I’m not sure if there’s even a season for ostrich eggs, and if there is it probably isn’t in May. And besides, I got the egg for Easter, which was in April anyway. But I thought it was so damn cool that I’d come into possession of this enormous, white, dinosaur-esque ostrich egg that I wanted to write about it. You might be wondering how it was I landed an ostrich egg in Amsterdam, and if I told you I’d probably have to kill you. So suffice to say, I begged, borrowed and stole until it was safely stowed in my kitchen…
An ostrich egg apparently holds the equivalent of two dozen chicken’s eggs, so it was one big mother of a frittata I had to make. Fortunately, it was koninginnenacht and I have hungry friends, so we had an ostrich egg-stravaganza…
The pictures were so good, I thought I’d turn them into a photo story. You know, like they did in Just 17 in about 1993. Retro.
