It's breakfast. It's lunch. It's an anytime plate of eggy goodness -- decked out here with yellow blossoms from my greenmarket's wintered over broccoli rabe that's surprisingly sweet, not bitter. The yellow on yellow is a substitute for actual sun in this dreary Spring. And the shock of flowers on my mid-May sandwich is a reminder that gardens full of myriad summer blossoms are germinating, at this very moment, at this aching stage of just-spring.
