Eggs

The egg has long been a symbol of immortality and fertility.......... It is also a sure sign of spring....two or three cradled in their nest tucked in the forsythia bush outside my kitchen window................................The shape of the egg is pleasing to the eye, the feel....so smooth and easy to hold in the palm of your hand.....yet so fragile....and when cooked to your liking.....delicious! My sister MaryBeth always liked hers poached on toast....my Dad likes them anyway Mom cooks them, my sister Lynn doesn't like them at all and I like mine in an omelet or a quiche with lots of mushrooms and cheese!