Hugo won't be home in time to cook supper this evening, before I go off to my Wednesday night knitting group, so I'm on my own culinaryily speaking. Hugo will ask me what I ate for my supper when I see him later on, and he'll expect the answer to be "cereal". Well I'm going to surprise him by saying I actually cooked something for myself tonight. I'll tell you at the end of this post what I made all by myself.
I took these photos in the market I told you about in my last post. The gentlemen egg sellers looked on in amusement as I photographed their stacks of eggs, but seemed to understand more when I showed them the photos on my camera screen.
Egg carton excitement for me, has only ever reached the dizzying heights of delicate blue duck eggs nestled in a washed-out green egg box.
These egg cartons got me so excited with their colours, I got that tense stomach thing going on. If Hugo had tried to drag me away, (which he knew better than to try), I would probably have been a little snappy with him.
And I ask you this, do you think they would looked half as effective without the bright white and toffee brown coloured eggs, punctuating the mellow yellows and hot pinks, the mild turquoise and dusky greys and pinks?
Hugo just came home early, ready to cook something for me. I said I'd just eaten. "You can't just eat cereal" was his reply. "I cooked for myself" I said jauntily. "Oh really?!!!! What did you make?" "Porridge!" I said, followed by a loud triumphant cackle. "Atrocious" was Hugo's reaction.
Well, I hope you were suitably dazzled by the egg carton colour display, and are now thinking about egg cartons in a completely new light!
I'm off to knitting now. I'm working on the sleeves of the dress I'm knitting, very exciting. See you Friday dear readers. Love Vanessa xxx