We’ve got eggs on the brain here at the home tome. And not just because my own eggs are rapidly aging, declining, disappearing and/or shriveling up into tiny little Yodas.
Feel the force around you…
We also have eggs on the brain because of Easter and this funky grey egg wreath, currently hanging on the bricks above our fireplace.
I got it on sale after Easter last year, here in Nyack, at one of my favorite shops, Saffron Trading Company. We don’t have any other wreaths and I don’t consider myself a wreath person, per say, but it is certainly in keeping with my recent fixation on things that are fake, like flowers and moss.
Come to think of it, we have another decorative egg sitting out in our kitchen all year. I can’t remember where I got this, which is quite possibly a first – I usually have a freakishly good memory when it comes to extraneous purchases. I do know it is ceramic and a critical component in my own weird, personal game of Countertop Farmville:
Here are some cute deviled eggs I spotted on Pinterest. Because it cheers me considerably, I look at this following photo about 14 times a day. I am a big fan of deviled eggs and I have every intention of whipping up a batch of these for Easter. But I also have every reason to believe that it won’t actually happen. So I’m glad someone made them (photo courtesy of Ruth Andrews).
This egg-centric post is a good opportunity to share my new blog crush: eggton. It’s written by a woman who left her job as an attorney in Manhattan and moved down to Alabama. Her blog is hilarious – every post includes a funny story, a recipe, and some pictures of her dog, Thunder. Can’t recommend this one enough. What is an “eggton”? You’ll have have to visit her About page to find out.
By the way, if you missed my extremely instructive post about this egg we found in our yard last year, here it is.
Finally, I leave you with a challenge. Try to make the following statement at least once this week, whether its relevant to your conversation or not. “You can’t make an omelette without breaking some eggs.”
Any eggs in your life, edible or otherwise?