morning
coveralls that keep my pants from getting greasy
a morning coffee at the town coffee shop
the panini press
restaurant salads
gluten-free alternatives
bread
considering the evolution of communication
booking plane tickets and not train tickets
splitting a peanut butter cup
splitting a dark chocolate, well-salted peanut butter cup
the truck stop's loyalty rewards program
pictures of rhubarb things
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...can you tell which are mine and which are his?
happy thursday :)
-yeh!
morning things that make me happy, in no particular order:
1. eggs
2. eggboy
3. eggboy strum strum strumming on his guitar
3. eggs in a basket
4. toads in a hole
5. hole in the middles
6. coffee
7. hole in the middles made by mum
8. hole in the middles made by other people (even when eggboy makes them and breaks the yolk, which happens 100% of the time)
9. skyr with cacao nibs
so what i am saying is that the hole in the middle is my desert island breakfast, my ultimate morning comfort food, my favorite way of celebrating the new day. there was a time in my early years when i ate these guys every single day, and during that time my mum nailed down the science behind perfecting it: crispy toasted bread, firm whites, a runny yolk, almost too much salt and pepper (which means that it's just right).
in those days i ate it by first poking at the yolk until it broke, dipping the circle into the runny part, and then eventually working my way out to the crust. i always left the smiling crust.
my approach these days is more of a fork and knife method. i cut off a corner or cut out a triangle, i eat all of the mothership trying to get a good egg to bread ratio in each bite, and then i sop up the remaining yolk with the circle, leaving behind a crystal clean plate.
i like to think that as my mother's daughter, i have inherited the hole in the middle gene, so today i am sharing the family hole in the middle recipe over on cup of jo! it's followed by a few fun variations that include kale, pesto, avocado, and (my new favorite) pimiento cheese. check it out here!
-yeh!
this morning is about a few things:
1. live streaming the ice dancers in a really low quality image. but one choppy besti squat is better than no besti squat, amiright?
2. practicing my heart shaped eggies! with a well-greased heart cookie cutter and a well-greased pan and an extra firm egg, i am officially unstoppable.
3. decorating a birthday cake for the egg grandma!
4. prepping for a dinner for 40 on monday that i am cooking. ermygosh. i tested jerusalem's recipe for tomato sourdough soup last night and it was a real winner.
5. shopping for hiking shoes so that next week, when the entire egg family whoops my butt in hiking, i can at least look like i was prepared.
-yeh!
mornings here do not begin with a rooster's call or hot buttermilk biscuits or freshly laid eggs cracked straight into a cast iron skillet*. there are no cows to be milked or goats to be fed*. eggboy doesn't own overalls and my flowery dresses have been packed away since august. and sadly, we don't have a fuzzy record player*.
*yet
dolly parton's "jolene" is our alarm of choice, a gluten-free and dairy-free sweet potato-crusted quiche with collard greens and caramelized onions fills our bellies, and our most strenuous morning activity is pushing down the french press. perhaps we talk about the goings on in the middle east and perhaps i get a text from donny, looking for company while he stands in the cronut line.
egg wears two pairs of pants, three shirts, and work gloves. i stay in my pjs and throw on my parka and uggs. the furthest fields are 20 miles away, so down the country roads we zoom! it's a long ride, and it's nice to spend those extra few minutes with him before his longggg work days.
when i drop him off, i can see the frost on the ground. the winter is coming!
npr accompanies my drive home. yesterday it played molly on the shore. though there wasn't a shore in sight, i pretended real well.
-yeh!