Over Easy Sometimes Ain't Easy

I should leave the photography to someone who does better.  This looks disgusting, the subject and the photo.  I had already licked the plate clean before I checked my photos.  Please, believe me, when I say, the picture does not show the marvelous taste of this delectable breakfast.

Tiny Bantam eggs, fresh from the hen house, a drop of olive oil and a generous sprinkling of Montreal Steak Seasoning satisfied my hunger while the men sleep on.  I like my eggs fresh, I like them undercooked, only the white must be done.

I wasn't planning on eggs for breakfast or breakfast of any kind before the man pack woke, but there sat a saucer that had held only a cookie, I wiped it with my sleeve and decided to eat...something.

The eggs won.  I sit here satisfied with no fear of food poisoning or any other malady I might get from an undercooked store-bought egg.

I might be "touched" but farm life is good!