“My thoughts swerve back to swans’ eggs. Such splendid things – their whites are purer, more translucent than those of any other egg. Perhaps their boiled yolks might be mixed with firm fresh butter, essence of anchovies, minced herbs, even a chopped shallot. And then returned to their hardboiled whites in softly beaten mounds. A swan’s egg en salade, I think, smiling.”
