huevos

No one really pays too much attention to the lone egg. Simple, pure, amazing little powerhouse of energy and literally the key to life as we know it. Well, if you look at it in a more anatomically correct sense, gatekeeper over key master, but you know what I mean. We were given the most amazing palette  of eggs from a friend who has chickens, free range in all their beauty, read ugliest birds ever, but really beautiful in what they do for us. Blues, greens, pinks, browns, creams. The yolks the color of the morning sun rising over the atlantic with all of it's glorious potential, bringing with it life, hope and a sense of comfort. Breakfast, in it's most pure form. A little beurre, toast, perhaps some browned bits of cheese. All these things coming together to create a masterful cacophony for the senses on this beautiful  Saturday morning in June. All thanks, to the incredible, edible, egg.