A year of eggs
Only those that have known me longer than a year will appreciate the significance of this statement: I love eggs for breakfast. I love making eggs for people for breakfast. Allow me to take a moment’s pause and count the ways that I love eggs. Scrambled with a touch of cheese and nutmeg; thinly laid atop alliums, sprinkled with cheese and herb, and folded into a perfect omelette; placed under the broiler to puff up into a frittata; stuffed with mushrooms; coated in mozzarella; fried up and eaten on toast; placed in a toast hole; and finally, my favorite to date, good old chewy, runny, savory, baked eggs.
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