Brodo con Polpette e Uova per Pesach

When I was a little girl, my family lived near a kosher poultry market. We would select the chicken and the butcher would clean it while we waited. If we were lucky, inside there was a treasure of unborn eggs. I loved those tiny egg yolks, which we poached in chicken soup, because when I bit into them, they popped in my mouth. I remember them with great nostalgia, for today they are nowhere to be