So, maybe I mention eggs a lot – a whole lot – but if so, it’s only because I adore them so very much. And maybe I have mixed feelings about photographing plates of food while seated in a restaurant – very mixed feelings – because it strikes me as a little bit impolite and a little bit obsessive and makes me more than a little bit self-conscious (not to mention, there is generally very bad available light). That said, when I found myself at Hundred Acres today, seated at a big, round table with my mother, aunt, uncle and cousins gathered for a Sunday brunch in the back room of the restaurant and this plate of eggs came out, and I happened to be sitting in a glass-roofed room with beautiful light filtering through burlap panels, and my camera was sitting within arm’s reach just next to me in my bag, well, I just couldn’t resist pulling it out. Very quickly, as politely and inconspicuously as I could, I snapped a few images of this ethereal dish. Poached eggs sitting atop warm spinach salad, nested on top of lemon- and thyme- scented brioche bread pudding. Deep orange egg yolks mixing with little green rings of chopped chive.