Tomorrow’s breakfast, behold!
As I’ve said before, I think that eggs are just about the perfect food. A good hard-boiled egg is about as close to perfection as you can get this side of the Garden of Eden.
When I first lived on my own I was suddenly struck with nostalgia for things that reminded me of my childhood. I started watching Coronation Street, for one, and it seemed that every Sunday morning I craved a hard-boiled egg. My mum used to make us “eggs mashed-up in a cup” when we were young; literally hard boiled eggs mashed-up with butter, salt and pepper.
Served in my Teddy Bear’s Picnic tea cup with white toast soldiers, it was the ultimate comfort food. Eggs were usually the first solid food you could have after a stomach bug and this was the best way to eat them. That tell-tale tea cup always signaled that you…
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