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they are beautiful.
Posted by: Katherine | March 08, 2010 at 04:58 AM
Oh QUAIL eggs - I thought they were gonna be these candies we had when I was a kid that look like stones but are a hard candy shell on the outside and I think they were chocolate inside - kind of like rock M and Ms.
Posted by: Jane | March 08, 2010 at 07:35 AM
Beautiful eggs. I thought they'd be chocolate too.
Posted by: tina | March 08, 2010 at 07:53 AM
They're lovely. I would adore displaying them for Easter brunch.
Posted by: Sheree | March 08, 2010 at 09:56 AM
You're sure they're not chocolate?
Posted by: MamaLana | March 08, 2010 at 01:59 PM
We had quail eggs with raclette the other night. They are cute, cute, cute but surprisingly tough to open. I had quail egg squirt all over the kitchen table.
Posted by: The Expatresse | March 10, 2010 at 12:12 AM
Make mine chocolate
Posted by: Jim Madril | March 10, 2010 at 01:18 PM
That really is wonderful!
Posted by: Annie | March 24, 2010 at 04:20 PM
Oh, my lots to wrap my head around. Love the family pictures and the food. Stefan definately is mine, as he likes all the bakery goodies. That's my down fall. love your blog as I know what you are doing. Wow.
Posted by: Mom | May 29, 2010 at 01:18 PM