While the wind howls
One of life's little civilities is eating a soft-boiled egg from an egg cup. I never did until I was in my 60's -- you read that right -- it just wasn't part of our local culture and I never learned the etiquette of how to do it.
Okay, life changes. On slow weekend mornings I just love a perfect five-minute egg, gently pierced with my egg topper and served with a single slice of wheat toast, still warm and lightly buttered. It takes so little to make me smile!
Ah yes the design I have on a coffee cup and in the bottom of a hand made casserole---bought in Ireland---how I'd love the egg cup and to try what you have---I never have---I guess with a whole houseful of children it never occured to me to sit there and have this wonderfest--now I will look for an egg cup and I will have to fall in love with it ---wonderful feeling drawing.
ReplyDeleteI have always wondered about egg cups myself. Thanks for a little insight!
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