Not sure why it is called “Good Friday”. Good? More like “bad Friday”. Well, J. had a bad day (some millenia ago) and me, too, because in some martyr stance this morning I decided this would be the day to do my taxes. Gah. At least the lunch salad was inspired by the Easter weekend ahead, with a big fried organic free-range happy sunny side up egg. And some green onions that are already growing in my kitchen, in the onion basket.
If you want to see even happier eggs (aka live peeps) check out Jaden’s post.