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I thought at first they were hover fly eggs, but there was about 15cm of this wavy grass stem covered with them and that seems to be a lot for one hover fly. Maybe moth eggs? Any clues?
So, before I moved upstairs to isolate from myself from my family as I have to continue to work during this pandemic. I prepared a few hand boiled eggs to keep in my fridge. I am not used to the temperature of the fridge and ended up freezing some of them. Frozen egg is terrible. The boredom of being isolated and there is only so much tv to watch so I thought about going Jackson Pollock on my ruined egg. I think it turned out pretty good.
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Eggs Benedict is a traditional American brunch or breakfast dish that consists of two halves of an English muffin each of which is topped with Canadian bacon, ham or sometimes bacon, a poached egg, and hollandaise sauce. The dish was first popularized in New York City.
Easter eggs dyed by Kearah. I think she was trying for a large variety of colours, patterns & techniques.
These where all "store bought" eggs as the ones from out bckyard chickens come precoloured a pale brown or blue.
Last year we had so many extra colourful hard boiled eggs that I took them to work as snacks & it took almost a week to through them all.
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180617IMG_6262 my sister has Quails and they lay eggs all over the place.... I was just helping her getting rid of some...
Eggs and Sausage
Tom Waits
Tears of condensation run down the window as eggs and sausages are devoured. Not quite an American diner, the pasty shop at the station sells breakfast! I hoped the picture fitted a bit of the mood of the song. I’ve included the full lyrics below, I think it reads like poetry.
Eggs and Sausage by Tom Waits
‘Nighthawks at the diner
Of Emma's 49er, there's a rendezvous
Of strangers around the coffee urn tonight
All the gypsy hacks, the insomniacs
Now the paper's been read
Now the waitress said
Eggs and sausage and a side of toast
Coffee and a roll, hash browns over easy
Chile in a bowl with burgers and fries
What kind of pie?
In a graveyard charade, a late shift masquerade
Two for a quarter, dime for a dance
With Woolworth rhinestone diamond
Earrings, and a sideway's glance
And now the register rings
And now the waitress sings
(chorus) the classified section offered no direction
It's a cold caffeine in a nicotine cloud
Now the touch of your fingers
Lingers burning in my memory
I've been 86ed from your scheme
I'm in a melodramatic nocturnal scene
I'm a refugee from a disconcerted affair
As the lead pipe morning falls
And the waitress calls’