I've come to realize that I love a theme. I always have. This week, it's eggs.
And I have a fascination with languages and how words and phrases are translated from one language to another. On our recent trip to St. Martin, we tried to order fried eggs for breakfast, but we weren't able to describe it in French. Round and round we went until our waitress finally responded, "Oh! Sur le plat!" On the plate?, Colin asked, puzzled.
And yes indeed, it was one in the same. And I swear their fried eggs are better than ours and I think I know why. White pepper, (not black), and salt. Understated seasoning, to really let the delicious egg flavor shine through.
Aren't eggs the best? I'm going to be writing about them all week...
P.S. I know you're going to ask about my darling little egg carton. Isn't it the cutest? I spotted it when I opened the fridge in St. Martin and it was so cute that I asked everyone to please make sure not to throw it away when the eggs were all used up. But guess what? It got thrown away by mistake. So I went to several markets in St. Martin until I could find another. Crazy, I know.
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