yolks 21 November 2011
Until yesterday, I had only ever seen one double-yoked egg in my 49 years on earth. That auspicious event was at a time when I was performing in a play that mentioned such a thing and everyone involved took it to be a good omen and, if I remember correctly, it was. So, imagine my great and delighted surprise, as I cooked Sunday breakfast at McLynn Mansions, to discover that both of Himself’s eggs were double-yoked. I got very giddy indeed about that. Then, as I cooked my own, lo and behold, both were double-yoked too. At this stage I had to be removed from the ceiling with thrilldom. Today, the final 2 eggs of the 6-pack turned out to be…DOUBLE-YOKED ALSO! I’m not a superstitious woman but surely SURELY that has to mean some good thing?? And even if it doesn’t, the eggs were lovely. They were from Drogheda in the North East of Ireland, for those of you wondering and purchased in the Centra near Phibsboro Post Office on the northside of Dublin’s town…I may have to go and get more in case the phenomenon can be repeated because they really cheered me on my Sunday and Monday way and were worth the purchase price alone for that.
