I'm getting old enough that food has become a major part of my pleasures. This morning I had Eggs Benedict, pretty standard Sunday morning fare. Brett said he was bored baking at 4:30 this morning so he baked some extra Danish pastry, kicked it up a notch, and came up with this. The result of his boredom was my breakfast - Danish pastry (without frosting) stuffed with spinach and thin-sliced ham, resting on bed of crispy hashbrowns, capped with two eggs, then covered with hollandaise sauce. Sliced strawberries on the side. It was not necessarily healthy, but it was a great combination of textures, sweet, fat and salt.
Before I forget, there were ten whitetail does scampering across the cottage yard last evening. No fawns yet.
Be well,
Gunnar
4 comments:
That sounds great! You had a great breakfast!
Honestly, we have a lot of good breakfasts. And lunches. And dinners. Which helps explain the two fasting days every week. It beats being as big as a small car.
Hey since when does age have anything to with food?
I appreciate it more.
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