I had baked eggs for breakfast.
Those burgundy sunflowers are called 'Moulin Rouge' and they are brooding and intense, the Heathcliffes of the sunflower family. Got them at the farmers' market yesterday.
I engaged in a very balletic struggle with a salamander the other day as it scurried through the back door into our laundry room. I grabbed an industrial broom and tried to scooch him out of the house, but he headed for our tool closet where, presumably, he still is. I know salamanders aren't vicious but, if it's all the same to you, I 'd rather not wake up at 3am with a salamander traipsing across my forehead. By the way, our salamanders ARE blue, I don't care what the naturalists say.
Baked eggs are new to the Domestic Chef's repertoire. They may have made their first and last appearance on stage today, however. They seem to need to bake FOREVER ( 18 minutes in our oven as opposed to Julia's alleged 14) But they are tasty. My, yes.