Roasted multi-colored potatoes & zucchini with red onions are the bed. And why can't eggs be pillows? Sun-filled. Decorated with French tarragon, of course. On a square plate of a Paris icon. Imagine this, breakfast dwarfs the Eiffel Tower. I'm rethinking the eggs as petite poems, too.(Thanks, Kim).
Love the poem, perfect eggs and the recipe for abundance
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