Eggs In Waiting

Only one more day of Le Tour and I'll find me way off the couch and back into the kitchen. For the past 19 days I've been recording the race during the night.  The next morning I get comfy on the couch and watch the race for the next 5 - 6 hours. I feel no guilt. As I keep telling the family I'm recovering from surgery, it's winter, it's too wet, too cold, it looks like rain. There is no way I can go out in this weather.

Last weekend the sun was shining, so we went out for the day and I watched the race when we arrived home. I went to Arfi's for lunch.  Arfi always has foodie gifts for me to bring home. This time - her Tamarillo Chutney , and because the fruit trees were bare and the veggie garden empty,   a dozen eggs laid by her own hens. Lovely farm fresh  brown white and blue eggs.  I have plans for them and if I manage to find the kitchen on Tuesday I'll be entering Waiter, There's Something In My Sauce.