Well here I am back again after a wonderful holiday in which I went with AGA on a trip around the Loire Valley.
We toured various chateaux, travelled around the countryside, I rode my bike, saw the actual spot where St Martin of Tours died (amazing!) and ate a lot of food . . .
. . . I also discovered that omlettes cooked in butter and made with four eggs, a large-ish a mount of Normandy pouring cream and filled with brie and tomato are a little too heavenly for my waistline . . .
3 comments:
NO MORE HOLS ---- I missed you.
Eggs are my favorite. Remember when they said we shouldn't eat eggs? I said bleh! to that and just kept right on eating them. Then they came out and said it was ok to eat eggs. Imagine how many eggs I wouldn't have eaten if I had followed their stupid advice.
Indeed!
The pleasure of eating a soft boiled egg with hot-buttered toast cut into soldier fingers. . .
Mmm. Eggs, butter, cream, cheese...life's simplest luxuries. Oh dear, at least seven hours now before i can have breakfast!
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