Day 38

Poached Eggs..........honestly love having a good poach egg for breaky or sometimes that easy meal for dinner not really my choice for lunch .... but on a Caesar salad with anchovies mmm. Now when I say poach egg ...yes I am one who loves to slightly cut it with a knife and watch the yolk pour out makes it also much better.

10yrs ago (or a decade if you want me to feel old) I hated eating them. My worst nightmare when I travelled through Peru was not mmm being kidnapped (lol funny storey about that) but being liked by the locals who I was staying with, cause if they did (like me)...they gave you eggs for breaky, lunch and dinner. It’s not like you could say No as it was an honour. Some of the places I stayed would sell the eggs to the cities not eat them themselves because of the value of them. Even got worse when I was in Cuba, Lousy at speaking Spanish, but with a good tan at the time got treated really well by the locals. Which meant more eggs for breaky ahhh, this frustrated some of my trekking buddies who spoke better Spanish than myself as I was asked first how I would prefer my eggs .....so everyone got them that way lol. My Spanish started to improve quickly : ) As scramble eggs did not go down so well after a night of Cuban rum or Peruvian whiskey oohhhh so bad.

I don't know when it actually changed but I do know one thing, love my morning eggs but have to be from back yard chooks running free, natural feed, loving carers………you cannot deny they are so different from those store bought ones. The yolks more orange, albumin clearer, cook easier, the taste. For a small cost I've been able to get excess from my friends who have chooks and my mum gets me some every visit. Though I must be getting greedy, never seem to have enough lol.

Thought about getting couple chooks in the back yard like Julie and Michael, but really flat out looking after myself and Maximus "the Cat" so back yard chooks might not be the right thing for me. But I so love their eggs : )