Irene wanted me to write a blog, but I thought I'd try this for a year instead.
Years later, in 2011, I realize that the above no longer makes sense, since I have stopped photographing breakfast and instead occasionally put down random thoughts. These days I photograph our granddaughter's lovely face, paint for fun, knit and teach knitting at an after-school program for girls, and read. Life is good, if a bit slow, but then, so am I.
Oh, I see some yellow. Could there accidentally have been some yolk in the eggs today? Doesn't that look good and always want to make you have the yolks? I know I wouldn't be able to resist it if I had a poaching pan such as yours.
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Oh, I see some yellow. Could there accidentally have been some yolk in the eggs today? Doesn't that look good and always want to make you have the yolks? I know I wouldn't be able to resist it if I had a poaching pan such as yours.
The yolk broke as I was separating that one. Yolks are treats.
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