But for now, we have a narrow window of opportunity to eat the unfertile eggs which seem to be the run-up to the real thing. Remember when the first strawberries hit the shops when we were children, before they were air-freighted from other countries? That was the taste of summer. This is what I love about the 3 or 4 goose eggs that I eat every year, they are still seasonal, and I still get them from small-holders whose farms and birds I can see (and be attacked by - the belligerent, yellow-eyed bastards) a matter of yards from my workshop in the country. I bought four today, but gave one to a friend who had never tried them. They were £1 each - cheap. Waitrose tried to sell them in little individual boxes for £3.95 about a week ago (the thieving, yellow-eyed bastards).
I boil them for about twice as long as chicken eggs, and eat them straight from the shell, with a bit of celery salt - it's the best way I think. I've tried all the others.
Note the French wine - it's called Chat en Oeuf (geddit???), and the glass is the one I use every night - an engraved funnel, Georgian one from around 1790 - 1810. It is also hand engraved with the inscription, "B. Smithers, 1914" and a little laurel-leaf motif. I often wonder if B. Smithers survived WW1, as the glass had survived 100 years before he personalised it with a sharp diamond.