As you know,
Megan Abbott and I
read a lot of celebrity biographies together. We just read one about
Gloria Swanson, in which we learn that "she developed a taste for plovers' eggs." Then we moved on to
Clare Boothe Luce: "Mr. Higganbotham gave her an extravagant eleventh 'birthday' feast of plovers' eggs,
consommé, turbot,
chicken, asparagus, vanilla
soufflé, and a cake with eleven candles." Anyway, what the hell is up with plovers' eggs.