The garden chives, while not flowering, have been flourishing. And there’s nothing better than spring chives and eggs, don’t you think? As I was getting the eggs out of the fridge, I grabbed the goat’s cheese and havarti at the same time. And we went to town.
Oh for the long lost days of EoMEoTE! Because I have the perfect entry.
But wait a minute!! What am I saying? I’d probably have to write an ode in Terza rima in order to be eligible for the roundup…. Hmmm, could I even begin?? Let me see… what rhymes with “asparagus”? (continue reading )