I didn't use his full ID, as that would be a strict and utter no-no of the first magnitude (never mind the other times I did, because I knew the person wouldn't complain, I am feeling very "tow the line" this morning), but, this is for a certain person who, without apology, transforms himself into Breakfast Chef on any given day.
Yes, Breakfast Chef! That daring aproned crusader, capable of searing bacon with his x-ray vision, able to leap tall stacks of pancakes (and drop butter on them) in a single bound, speedier than a minute egg, and staunch defender of complex carbohydrates wherever they may roam!
The other day, I made what will be called brunch, despite the fact that I don't believe brunch is possible if you haven't first had breakfast and if you have no intention of having lunch, for it was done around that brunch time of day, aka: 10:30 am, or so.
First, it was, that I sauteed some mushrooms, pre-sliced at the store, with some green onions that I had cut up the other day, and some roma tomatoes which I enjoyed slicing into little cubes whilst tossing them into the skillet, in olive oil; generously sprinkled with garlic powder and a bit of sea salt, and finished off with the dregs of the parmesan cheese.
Bacon baked merrily in the oven, set for 350 degrees, to give other things time to cook before it got all crispy. And, as I cooked the other things, I set about using the one microwave egg poacher that I could find (I should have three, by now!), repeatedly, as I was making breakfast for three.
I miss poaching eggs the regular way, which I used to do not long after my son was born. I had the perfect pan to fit several glass ramekins in, for the poaching, and I'd butter them up, put in salt, pepper, fresh mushrooms and green onion, and two eggs each, so that when they were turned out, they'd have a little crown of vegetable goodness. It was lovely! Alas that pan and the glass ramekins disappeared; I suspect it was due to my husband having an aversion to people being nice to him, and so he did something with them. There was always a bit of "Oh, so you think you're better than me and it's your fault if the marriage is going well?" talk and/or attitude if I cooked anything either nice or well. Whatever the case, I never had a pan that was right for poaching eggs in just that way, since.
For bread, I used some basic Krusteaz pancake mix, adding in one overly ripe banana, some orange marmalade, and a bit of vanilla extract. This cooked up into a wonderful, thick, fluffy set of pancakes, with a sublte yet distinctive flavor: no butter or syrup required.
Thoroughly yummy it was. I can't say the vegetable dish exactly went with the pancakes; but, I'd glady eat them all together again, so long as they aren't one on top of the other.
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