Les œufs de Dieu

Oh, the adventures one can have with a Frenchman and an egg. I told you a while back about Clemenceau and the endless makeshift pasta/egg combinations we cooked while broke and bunkered down in Buenos Aires. The other day he sent me this, from the far reaches of Alsace. “Do you want to come home for lunch?” was all he asked.

I love that guy.

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3 Responses to Les œufs de Dieu

  1. Simo says:

    Having just made 2 quiches and 2 spanish tortillas I shudder at the thought of anything else that is egg based.

  2. jabba says:

    My eggs are all over these…
    You’re just always to Homover to get up and eat them, so you never know.


  3. Mr Fox says:

    That actually looks fucking amazing

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