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.
Since I always read the blogs in the evenings, your poached egg whites come at a time when I am ready for a snack and then they do look appealing, but I think to myself, "Yeah, but I would miss the yolks." I can't eat two whole eggs. I would burp them up, so maybe two poached egg whites would be right for me after all.
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Since I always read the blogs in the evenings, your poached egg whites come at a time when I am ready for a snack and then they do look appealing, but I think to myself, "Yeah, but I would miss the yolks." I can't eat two whole eggs. I would burp them up, so maybe two poached egg whites would be right for me after all.
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