Breakfast For the Win!

08Apr08

The breakfasts continue! I have come to the realization that neglecting that espresso machine was a horrible thing to do. I did not realize that I virtually have a coffee bar sitting on my kitchen counter. I plan on drinking espresso until my heart explodes from all the caffeine. It is so delicious, and it’s easy now that the machine has forgiven me for my neglect. I think it understands that marriage brings so many wonderful and bulky appliances into one’s life that I could hardly have been expected to begin using them all at once. I have slowly been phasing my appliances into my life, but my crock pots (yes, plural, a baby one and big one) have yet to see the light day, though I often plan on using them. The thing about a crock pot is it takes all the fun out of cooking, and you have to plan ahead which is not a strong suit of mine. Not a strong suit at all.

I woke up this morning feeling more than a little hung over. Luciano was feeling magnanimous last night during closing, and I greedily drank at least half a bottle of wine whilst setting up my tables. Once home, E and I bonded over a hastily imbibed magnum of cheap Pinot Grigio. Needless to say, a headache was in order this morning. I’m still not feeling perky, but I don’t think perky is anything I’ve ever felt. Poor E had to get up for work this morning, so I really don’t have much room to complain. Not only that, but having no time for breakfast at home, he (much to my chagrin) ate Krystal for breakfast. I always drive past the Krystal billboard advertising their “Scramblers” or whatever they are called, and I always say to myself “Who the hell eats that shit?”. Well, my husband apparently. /sigh I suppose that barring me getting up at 6:45 (ha!) to make him breakfast, there isn’t much I can do about it. On top of the icky Krystal breakfast, which I’m sure did nothing but compound his hang over, he then was taken to a greasy buffet for lunch. Sad. I’ve promised him a healthy dinner of tilapia, polenta, and swiss chard to counter balance his day of eww. That said, while he was texting me from the dismal buffet, I was making myself an espresso and Herb Baked Eggs from Ina Garten’s Barefoot in Paris. Life isn’t fair.

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I just got ramekins at the aforementioned trip to World Market, and this was the perfect opportunity to use them. I think lack of ramekins was the only reason this recipe has never graced my table before. Aside from a mild butter spatter mishap when broiling the butter these were easy, and my hang over found them very agreeable. I didn’t have any cream (not true, I had cream with an expiration date of March 11…) and wasn’t really looking to add more fat to them anyway, so I did without. I also only made the recipe for one (the loneliest number, sniff), and I only used two eggs, not three, because three eggs is a lot of food. I also sprinkled them with fleur de sel (which I’m addicted to lately) as opposed to the regular kosher salt I normally use. I think that fleur de sel is a clincher for eggs. This meal was made complete with a side of Sunday Morning…

ps. I am a big fan of the Barefoot Contessa cookbooks and recommend getting every single one. The same goes for The Velvet Underground’s records. ^^

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