I was the lucky recipient last night of a coffee cup full of quail's eggs. Said eggs, unluckily, were left to freeze in the quail keeper's truck while he performed snow-related chores. They were still very pretty, but the yolks had become hard and rubbery, rendering the eggs inedible. It is perhaps for the best, though, as I have at present no caviar. I will endeavor to remedy this deficiency in order to be ready for the next unexpected quail's egg delivery.