Talking about An Egg, an Egg, my Kingdom for an Egg

The egg bar at Woolworth's in Belconnen

Yesterday I went shopping at the supermarkets, having returned to Mongolia earlier in the week. There were eggs. Sweet lovely eggs. I write this update on Sunday morning with a belly full of fried eggs, bacon, sausage, toast and tea. Ah, sweet bliss.

As it had been so long since I saw eggs, when I was back in Australia I took the opportunity to photograph the egg shelf at a Woolworth’s Supermarket in Canberra … that is the attached photo.

And now, it is time for a walk … er, to walk off the eggs, bacon and sausage

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An Egg, an Egg, my Kingdom for an Egg
Seems that eggs have become as scarce as hen’s teeth around here (well, I could not resist that one). A great percentage of Mongolia’s eggs are imported. Yep, you guessed it. Imported from those countries constantly eliminating their chicken populations due to Avian Flu. The result is that bacon and eggs for Sunday morning breakfast here has become a bacon buttee only