Simple Pleasures

"When you wake up in the morning, Pooh," said Piglet at last, 

"what's the first thing you say to yourself?" 

"What's for breakfast?" said Pooh. "What do you say, Piglet?"

"I say, I wonder what's going to happen exciting today?" said Piglet.

Pooh nodded thoughtfully.

"It's the same thing," he said.

- A. A. Milne, "The House at Pooh Corner" (1928)

I received some duck eggs. Fresh duck eggs. A good friend 

(and photographer extraordinaire), Earl, raises chickens & ducks. He and his wife, Doreen, were gracious enough to gift us some eggs from both fowl. If you've never had fresh, real farm eggs, either from a chicken or a duck, you are truly missing out on one of life's simple pleasures. The taste is wholly incomparable to the eggs you buy in a grocery store. And the duck egg - that is in a different realm all together. Bigger, with a larger, creamier yolk, it is a gift befitting a king. I like eggs in any and all manner of preparation, but these fresh duck eggs I needed to eat simply. I poached two of them this morning and lightly dusted them with ground sea salt and fresh ground pepper. At the same time I made some grilled sourdough toast and a few pieces of bacon. I ate the eggs first, mopping up the yolk with the toast and finishing with the bacon. Simple, elegant, delicious. 

A finer breakfast I've not had in a long while. Rounding it out was a rich espresso prepared with a pinch of cardamom.

KJT - Seattle (2008)