The return of poached eggs
As I've had a tough week, C sent me out on my own this morning. I fed A, then showered and drove a local cafe where I had breakfast whilst reading the paper. It was really lovely, not least because I had poached eggs for the first time in a year!! Oh my goodness, they were delicious. So gooey and runny - I made egg paste all over the bread and savoured every mouthful. Ah, poached eggs, how I missed thee.