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.
Those look like lovely poached eggs, perfectly done and the tangerine must be very appetizing. How do you spoon up the runny yellows of the eggs? Do you lick your plate?
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Those look like lovely poached eggs, perfectly done and the tangerine must be very appetizing. How do you spoon up the runny yellows of the eggs? Do you lick your plate?
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