Wednesday, January 03, 2007
On the morning of the first day of the new year, I cracked an egg. For
wholegrain pancakes. This is what tumbled from the shell.
I'm not superstitious but would be curious to hear if this has any folkloric significance.
Photo: Homegrown. Thanks to FRE for lending a hand.
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