I’m on a stage now. The old pine wood floorboards are beneath my feet, the morning sun on my left shoulder. A yellow lab, my audience, is sitting to my right, tail brushing rhythmically across the floor. I tell her how I’ve been poaching eggs lately - filling a frying pan with water, adding a tablespoon of white vinegar, letting the water reach a rolling boil while I crack an egg into a small bowl then slip the egg into the water, covering the pan and pulling it off the heat for exactly 3.5 minutes for a runny egg. This method is much easier than dropping the egg into swirling water, I say aloud, or keeping the heat on beneath the pan, wondering when the poach is complete. She gets up to investigate with her nose then follows me to the fridge, to the counter, the spice drawer, the sink, the cupboard then back to the counter again.
Gorgeous writing Lindsay, maybe you have found your new muse. She’s very beautiful. And thank you for the gorgeous mention. I loved making that poddy with you. xx
Gorgeous writing Lindsay, maybe you have found your new muse. She’s very beautiful. And thank you for the gorgeous mention. I loved making that poddy with you. xx
Another beautiful read. A few moments away from the rabble of life, always a joy x