El Presidio Real de San Francisco, 2013
An early morning walk.
Olive toast topped with soft scrambled eggs and close to caramelized red Shishito peppers and onions.
Squinting sunflowers in a Ball jar.
If you have not tasted soft scrambled eggs, you should.
Here's a recipe.
I love Sunday and I live to feel grateful.
ReplyDeleteAnd I love my eggs soft scrambled.
Hence, perfect post.
xo Jane
I think we have a few things in common, Jane. Thanks.
DeleteBeautiful post--like a poem. You make me miss SF--I can smell the eucalyptus.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jen. Some of those eucalyptus in The Presidio are truly majestic.
DeleteI agree with Jen above. Food poetry and it's a beautiful thing.
ReplyDeleteOh... Thanks, Alexandria.
Deletesimple things are best - soft eggs - yes.
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Deletei was introduced to soft scrambled eggs by an elderly lady i worked with when i first moved to new orleans. now i won't have them any other way :)
ReplyDeleteI love meeting wise women, especially when they enjoy good food.
DeleteI haven't tasted proper soft scrambled eggs but now I'm tempted. What a lovely Sunday morning. Mine - a week later - looks utterly different. Solid rain, leaves dark gold and green and the smell of soaked earth. Woodburner. Lots of ginger tea...
ReplyDeleteYour Sunday is quite different, beautiful in a different way. You've put me in the mood for tea. Thank you. I have two new teas I've been neglecting. I hope you try the eggs and enjoy them.
ReplyDeleteoh the mascarpone addition sounds heavenly. Almost guilty. But then topping with caramelized red Shishito peppers and onions? that is definitively sinful, in all the best ways!
ReplyDeleteI actually made them without any sort of mascarpone or cream addition and just the simple eggs prepared in this way were delicious.
DeleteSunday + an early morning walk + soft scrambled eggs = bliss
ReplyDeletesuch a gorgeous photo to accompany your words.
ReplyDeleteThank you. It was a beautiful day.
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