Heaven on a slice of toast.

One of my very good friends has her own chickens and yesterday she sent me home from our play date with 3 blue eggs and 2 speckled brown eggs.

There is nothing at all on earth like a poached egg laid by a beloved backyard hen and eaten with a slice of buttered and salted sourdough toast. Seriously, I am still basking in the afterglow of this amazing lunch. See how the yolk is orange rather than yellow? The yolk was literaly like butter. OMG.

I can’t wait until I can have my own chickens.

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4 thoughts on “Heaven on a slice of toast.

  1. Mom says:

    ohh, yummy fresh eggs! Reminds me of when I was a kid and we had farm eggs although only brown, never blue or speckled eggs. What kind of chickens? You should know however, that chickens are pesky noisy stinky birds!

  2. I’ll take your word for it. lol Ever since I was pregnant with the boy, I haven’t been able to eat eggs. For some reason, they turned my stomach. I love them before, though. Pregnancy is so weird.

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