The sun’s back. Yum yum. Now I can post the song I intended for earlier in the week, before it started raining again. But before I do…
I said the other day that one of signs that summer is on its way is that I’ve swapped socks for flip-flops. Another sign is that I’ve given up my porridge breakfast. I’m not quite ready for a cold breakfast yet tho’, so I thought I’d try poached eggs on toast. We don’t have an egg poaching appliance, but my dad had told me that you can do it just with a pan of boiling water. I wasn’t convinced, so I looked it up on the wonderweb, and found this very useful and entertaining guide to poaching eggs. I eventually went for the clingfilm method, which was pretty successful, except that the cooked egg still stuck a bit to the film.
Enough of poached eggs. I would ideally like to die to today’s tune. Not that I’m expecting to any time soon, but it would be wonderful just to slip away on a hot summer’s afternoon, lying in a hammock under a shady tree in the garden, holding a cold beer and listening to this 🙂
It is The Isley Brothers and the sublime Summer Breeze.