a year of mornings 76/365
I thought I might move away from eggs in these here mornin' photos. I'm wanting to push myself more. No dice. The eggs are just so good. And I think that pausing to eat some coddled eggs for breakfast does a lot toward putting one in a calm, can-do frame of mind for the day. Which is just the thing for a farmer gone a bit soft in these burrow-deeper-into-the-down-there-are-no-chickens-to-feed days of winter.
How do you like my egg cup? We don't own any proper ones. This shot glass works a charm. I would like to confess that I stole it -- or rather, made a friend steal it -- at the final bar (yes, of many) we were at on my twenty-first birthday in lovely Pittsburgh. I think I had something called an oatmeal cookie shot from it. I know because I kept a set list of my drinks. Those were different days.
a year of mornings 76/365
I thought I might move away from eggs in these here mornin' photos. I'm wanting to push myself more. No dice. The eggs are just so good. And I think that pausing to eat some coddled eggs for breakfast does a lot toward putting one in a calm, can-do frame of mind for the day. Which is just the thing for a farmer gone a bit soft in these burrow-deeper-into-the-down-there-are-no-chickens-to-feed days of winter.
How do you like my egg cup? We don't own any proper ones. This shot glass works a charm. I would like to confess that I stole it -- or rather, made a friend steal it -- at the final bar (yes, of many) we were at on my twenty-first birthday in lovely Pittsburgh. I think I had something called an oatmeal cookie shot from it. I know because I kept a set list of my drinks. Those were different days.