This is how most of my days begin. Gandalf cannot get close enough for his ritual morning greeting. Some mornings, it's very endearing. Others, well, not so much. Especially in warmer weather and I don't have the protection of winter PJs or a thick robe. He has sharp claws and he thinks I'm a lump of dough that needs to be kneaded. I am neither... lol
Spring means a glut of eggs. I've been waxing lyrical about duck eggs from a friend's farm. Then, a mutual friend had an oversupply of hen's eggs from the same source. She gave them to me. I don't mind, even though they aren't the same size as the store-bought ones. I love the comparison between the two types.
So, last night's supper was poached eggs again. This time, I served them on courgette ribbons sautéed with a little harissa and fennel.
The side salad was simple, mostly from the garden and again with lemon balm. I shall make this combination again.
No profound thoughts today because it's run away with me. Just that I'm really glad to see the back of this week!!
Until next time, be well
Fiona
The Sandbag House
McGregor, South Africa
Photo: Selma
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