Boiled eggs

There's nothing finer than boiled eggs for breakfast. Mr Gastro doesn't eat eggs (and I allow this, because he's wonderfully unfussy about everything else) and so they are a rare treat for me. I had two fat brown eggs with some lovely granary bread this morning and it might as well have been a Michelin starred dinner. Sunny, runny yolks and quivering whites, the noise of the shell cracking... Can you tell I miss eating eggs more regularly?

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