Thread: Plover Scrambled Egg

Im impressed eebees, my dad had a passion for wild eggs.

We were eeling and catching koura at night in the feeble glow of his chromed metal 'big Jim' torch when we found a goose nest....... With renewed energy he scooped half of the eggs up and wrapped them in weed from the creek before putting them in his muttoncloth bag (freezing works issue )

Every new bend in the creek he would slow, turning to us we could see his ciggie glow bright as he drew in air to speak, we would be told many times as the night wore on, how they were to be cooked, what salt and seasoning was best and just how much better than "townie" chook eggs they were.
The rest of the night we flicked eels onto the bank where they got a sharp blow to the noggin and the end of their tail cut off, all their nerves were there apparently (those old wives must have told a bloody lot of tales )
The biggest eels had little bumps like horns on their heads, prob 5 mm long and made grunting noises when pulled from the water

A tuesday saw me up and almost off to school with my usual feeling of distain and a strong feeling to be anywhere but in a classroom, when i noticed dad was home, a rarity on a work day, i lay next to him and he turned slowly and said quietly "dont touch those goose eggs" and went back to staring at the ceiling. Turns out they wernt that fresh, in fact they were quite the opposite and brought a 6ft 6 man to his knees, many times during the night, many many times apparently

My mates laugh about it now, and we still all miss him a lot, and i have learned to stay away from eggs and have hardly eaten one in the last 35 years, such was the fright i got to see him sick.
So im impressed eebees that you gave them a try, you are much braver than i.