We finally have eggs (or ‘Googah!’ as Indie, my girl fox calls them). Not one but three (four if you count the one Indie ate) amazingly, perfectly oval tear drops of pre-embryonic goodness! Now the question is, after what seems like an age of sharing our en suite with chicks and ranting about “those blood baron birds” taking up valuable yard space, what the heck do we do with the goods? Surely after all this time, an ordinary loaf of banana bread, or a simple omelette would taste like a letdown… No, it needs to be something orally orgasmic to be worth cracking these shells… But what damn it?!!