For some reason I waited until I was 43 years old before knowingly making and eating a duck egg. If I was my father or his father I would have never had the chance. The duck eggs tasted very much like chicken eggs, but they were creamier (and larger).
I find myself constantly listening to these four albums recently. Most of these are singers and bands that I have only become familiar with during the pandemic, thanks to Bandcamp Daily – a must-read for me these past couple of years.
By The Weather Station
By Black Pumas
