When Joan last visited her (ex)1 step-mother, she very kindly gave us a dozen eggs from her chickens.
They were amazingly different in size and colour.
two pleasing photos to offset the dire next two
When I cracked them, the (unpictured) yolks were an incredibly violent yellow. And they contributed to a pretty spectacularly delicious quiche last night.
Yep, I’m still working on getting that pastry right (ARGH! shrinking).
And still working on taking a decent photo of food (or of anything for that matter!) I’m mostly enjoying the process, but at times both can be quite infuriating.
Looks aside, it was my best quiche yet. And I do covet chickens of my own – but very fortunately have nowhere to store them, because it is difficult enough wrangling kitties.
1 yep, we’re one of those complicated families