Thankfully even having gestational diabetes, I can still eat eggs. I love eggs. I’m annoyed that I can’t (well shouldn’t) eat them raw, so no runny yolks or poached goodness at the moment, but it’s still good. When I was about 5, I used to eat a boiled egg every morning for breakfast, and then sometimes have egg sandwiches for lunch and some form of egg for dinner. I got hives occasionally and the doctor said I should restrict my egg consumption to 2-3 a week (funnily enough diagnosed without a proper allergy test back then so I’m still not convinced it was correct). I was horrified! I was having that amount each day. I was so upset that I cried, but my parents being good parents restricted me, and in a couple of years I grew out of my apparent egg allergy. Now I eat eggs all the time with no problems.
We went fishing and I caught a massive salmon. Unfortunately it was pregnant and therefore had lots of roe. I had no idea what to do with the roe, so I just looked up online how to cure it and now I have lots of salmon roe. I think I soaked it too long though because it was just a touch too salty, but I do like trying new things. Now I just have to figure out how to use it all.
It’s Chinese New Year’s Eve and it’s tradition for my dad’s side of the family to get together and eat until we can’t eat anymore… and then eat some more. I went over to the parents for lunch and to help make soup. My mum asks, “Are you good at cracking eggs?” I shrug, “I guess so…” Ok, here you go! 120 eggs cracked and whisked later and we were on our way to make delicious Hakka style soup.
I love getting together with my family and all my cousins, and I love stuffing myself until it hurts and then eating some more.
Have a happy new year of the snake! Brought to you by the amazing carving and fruit platter my very talented cousin made.
Happy Easter! I’m not religious by any means, so Easter means a few days off work and the opportunity to eat egg shaped chocolate and hot cross buns.