As promised, I whipped up some of Marsha's "blue" eggs for breakfast this morning. Here they are, washed (okay, scrubbed) and ready to go. Why a man married to a woman capable of creating perfect over-medium eggs prefers his eggs scrambled I cannot explain. However, since it is rare that he does not grant me complete creative license, I'll be his short-order cook today and serve these beauties scrambled - Under protest, of course...
Ameraucana eggs cracked and into the bowl
Beautiful yolks; small, but in perfect proportion to the size of the egg
Perfectly scrambled!
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