Seriously, folks. Back to gardening.
This morning my long-suffering husband informed me that we had with real, local eggs for our Saturday omelet. (If you don’t know why he’s long-suffering, you haven’t read this morning’s post. It was supposed to be yesterday’s post, but some cyberspace hiccup delayed it.)
In honor of the eggs, I went to the basement for fresh vegies. (Yes, basement. More on this soon.) There’s not a lot to choose from at this season, but I did find enough fresh chard and carrots to do the trick. Along with a grating of jarlsburg cheese and a sprinkling of sunflower seeds, they made a truly luscious omlete.
Of course, the eggs were much (much) better than even the cage-free ones we can get at the store. Whenever I