|wang wang and funi and charlie and lola|
|flour + eggs = pasta|
|sugar + eggs = pamlova|
|sunday morning pancake making (before she broke her arm obviously)|
But then Wang Wang became broody. She stopped laying. And Funi (we discovered later) was laying her eggs under the cubby house. So we ran out of eggs. And I became one of those people at the market I used to scoff at with a carton Rosie's eggs in their trolley.