|my idea of keeping|
Eggs marinated in salt
I tend to cherish, not wanting to let go. Sometimes I cling with all my strength to the roots, which slowly merge with my current habits. I look for a nostalgic feeling in what drives me to do better, and sometimes I find it in the simplest things. I almost realize that preserving does not mean oppressing memories, but giving them new ground on which they can continue to proliferate slowly, with their ancient rhythms.
Until now I had always dried under salt and only fish eggs (especially mullet, which are abundant in the lake of my country). Then wandering on the internet, I saw that many are also busy preparing chicken eggs in salt. I thought it could be a fantastic idea to propose on the Easter table and I tried it!