Sunday morning breakfast made for me by J is nearly always an egg. Just the one, usually beautifully poached to perfection with the yolk oooooooozing out across the toast, just the way I like it.
J stops at a farm on his way home from work and puts £1 in the honesty box in exchange for a box of six eggy beauties. They are truly free range (the chooks have free run of the farm) and also organic. I tell you, I nearly hyperventilated with excitement when he opened this weeks box, they are so beautiful, don't you agree?! The deliciously coloured pale blue one, the dinky little dark brown speckled one.
And oh my :: the taste of them is divine. I dearly wanted to photograph my breakfast just to show you the rich yellowy/orange colour of the yolks, but alas I could not wait to eat. But believe me when I say these little beauties are the yummiest-scrummiest!