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Fire needs stoking.
Most mornings where I get out of bed past nine or ten I skip over breakfast entirely, wait a while, and go right on to lunch. I did that today, although given that what I ate was generally considered breakfast food, I guess I'll say I went right from breakfast to dinner instead. I'd made plans to cook this meal already, and this seemed like a good day for it, so I put on some Joni Mitchell and had at it.
Home fries of three little pink potatoes and one medium sweet potato, one onion, three cloves garlic, dried sage, thyme, and oregano, all done in olive oil, followed by two eggs fried in what was left on the skillet. To drink, two cups of stovetop percolator coffee with milk for texture. And man, was it delicious. Since we're always our own worst critic, I know I'd do it better next time, with the potatoes all cut to more even pieces and the eggs fried without breaking the yolks - but still delicious. Filling, too. It's going to be a while before I'll want to make it again.
It's the exact sort of meal designed to fuel one through the day, which backfired because I'll need some time to digest. There are worse fates.
Home fries of three little pink potatoes and one medium sweet potato, one onion, three cloves garlic, dried sage, thyme, and oregano, all done in olive oil, followed by two eggs fried in what was left on the skillet. To drink, two cups of stovetop percolator coffee with milk for texture. And man, was it delicious. Since we're always our own worst critic, I know I'd do it better next time, with the potatoes all cut to more even pieces and the eggs fried without breaking the yolks - but still delicious. Filling, too. It's going to be a while before I'll want to make it again.
It's the exact sort of meal designed to fuel one through the day, which backfired because I'll need some time to digest. There are worse fates.