The days of the week at our house: Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, EggsWednesday, Thursday, Friday ...
It's no secret around these environs that my hubby is a dab hand at cooking. Usually though he limits his culinary enterprises to breakfast* (always the same: oatmeal, orange juice, coffee), the occasional luncheon Maine-style burrito (no, don't even ask), and a hearts of romaine dinner salad.
And the baking, of course. I can't remember the last time a loaf of store-bought bread gained entry to this house. Same goes for frozen pie crust and packaged cookies. No mint patties need apply. Not even a vanilla wafer gets past the door. Except for fig newtons, which don't really count as cookies, and have a history here ... but that's for another post.
Now to Wednesday! O frabjous day! Joe fries eggs for lunch, and what eggs he fries! Beautiful, crispy brown and laced round the edges, saucy golden at the yolk, and snowy white and fluffy in between. I could eat them by the carton, but we limit ourselves (with admirable strength of character) to two apiece. As a side dish, warm and toasty English muffins, dripping with Smart Balance (well, we have to be virtuous somewhere) and heaped with spicy mango chutney from a local jam maker with the appealing name of Nervous Nellie.
And while I've been writing this homily to Eggs a la Hubs, the master chef has been working his magic in the kitchen. Which means I must bring this essay to its logical conclusion. For the finale, here are a few tempting treats by members of Team Etsy Project Embrace:
Clockwise from upper left:
ooak art easter tags by OpendoorHandmade.etsy.com
Mini mosaic eggs by Sigmosaics.etsy.com
Robin Nest Pin or Magnet by Foxgloves.etsy.com
chicken or egg covered dish by 5gardenias.etsy.com
Uh-oh! There goes the gong! Bye.
*I'm banned from the kitchen before my second cup of coffee.