Guillemot Eggs

I was at Kolaportið this Saturday and I saw some interesting eggs, which turned out to be guillemot eggs. I heard that the birds had been killed by the volcanic ash and that's why the eggs were taken, but I'm not sure whether that's true. Maybe you can routinely buy seabird eggs here when they're in season. Anyway, I got really excited about them and, although the people I was with did not really share my enthusiasm, I bought a couple and dragged my friends back to my house for fried egg. This was after I dragged them to the library with me so I could look for Watership Down, which turned out not to be there. I am excellent company. The eggs were beautiful. They looked like this:

On the Morgunblað obituaries. Which is, by the way, quite a big section of the newspaper because every single person who dies in Iceland gets an obituary in the paper. You can do that sort of thing when you have a population of 25.

Taking up most of the frying pan. I broke the yolk because of my skills.

I did manage to persuade my friends to taste the egg.

To be honest, guillemot egg looks better than it tastes. The white was weird, not properly white, sort of translucent and a bit gummy in texture. The yolk was not dissimilar to chicken egg (I think to a certain extent, eggs all taste mostly the same - birds' eggs at any rate), but with a definite maritime overtone. A bit fishy or briny - I can't quite put my finger on it. Either way, it wasn't that nice. But still exciting. Not a lot of people have eaten fried guillemot egg, after all.