The Taste of Childhood

My late dad often had a boiled egg in the morning for breakfast with toast. This was my breakfast this morning, minus the toast as I'm trying to eat less bread.

This last week, with Bb's help, I unpacked the last two boxes brought all the way back from Scotland when he passed away in 2009. I was too exhausted at the time to do it and decided to keep them for when I felt up to it. How time flies. I knew there would be lost of CDs in the boxes - there were! And there were a few other bits and bobs, including this little egg cup. Dad was very much in my thoughts this morning while I enjoyed my egg and a conversation we had came to mind. I remember being very surprised at the time by what I learnt. So a question for you: how do you sit your egg in the egg up? Pointy side up or down?