Eggs

I love eggs.

Recently it seems the only thing I've been eating is eggs. Scrambled or soft-boiled eggs on toast, with  lots of butter and a smashed avocado on top. Always for breakfast, if I have time, and sometimes for dinner as well.

The other day I made scrambled eggs. Two eggs, a dash of cream, a pinch of chillies and some grated cheddar cheese. I also pan-fried some cherry tomatoes with sugar and two slices of bacon. When I put them together, they looked delectable. The eggs were especially beautiful- they had turned a lovely, bright yellow. The texture was perfect. I gobbled it up.

Aren't eggs marvellous? It made my day.