Faux eggs are from Installations Antiques, Houston Heights, Houston, Texas.
As you may have noticed, if you have perused this blog, I love eggs of any sort. Though I do not like to eat them and usually manage to convince Tall Husband to eat most of my eggs when we are eating breakfast out. It's just that eggs should be an ingredient, not a dish unto themselves.
When I found these at Installations Antiques, I asked Jur van der Oord, the owner, what bird laid the wonderful, brown spotted eggs. He said they were display eggs from Holland.
Eying the tiny little drain hole in each egg, I said, "No, Jur, they are real."
Whereupon he took one and bounced it on the glass counter top. It bounced three times, giving off the sharp tap, tap, tap of a ping-pong ball. Those Dutch! Must they do everything to perfection?
So here they are in a vintage French jar at The Bunny Bungalow.
When I found these at Installations Antiques, I asked Jur van der Oord, the owner, what bird laid the wonderful, brown spotted eggs. He said they were display eggs from Holland.
Eying the tiny little drain hole in each egg, I said, "No, Jur, they are real."
Whereupon he took one and bounced it on the glass counter top. It bounced three times, giving off the sharp tap, tap, tap of a ping-pong ball. Those Dutch! Must they do everything to perfection?
So here they are in a vintage French jar at The Bunny Bungalow.
I agree with you, those eggs really do look real. I have the perfect twig basket for them.
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