I had my usual. Three egg omlette, with tomato, onion, celery, brocolli and bacon pieces. This is on top of Philadelphia cream cheese and salsa. I just finished plowing my driveway. Maybe 6 inches of snow, but extremely heavy. The tractor was really snorting.
Baiglee and stollen (Hungarian pastries); homegrown blackberry, raspberry, and cherry jams; fruit-salad; ham and re-fried garlic mashed potatoes; homegrown cherry champagne; coffee; and homegrown raspberry palinka (Hungarian fruit brandy).
For dinner, fresh garden salad (picked yesterday, just before 10 inches of snow); root gratine (rutabagas, turnips, and sweet potatoes baked with cheese and bread crumbs; chestnut-encrusted venison with Merlot sauce (she was after the lettuce at the wrong time of the year); more cherry champagne; Anjou pears poached in cherry champagne; and of course more baiglee with a bit of palinka.
Anyone ever have an awful breakfast experience? Here's mine. It was the first time I had ever been in Vermont. Anyway I was driving in a rural part of the state and it was getting dark. I saw a farmhouse with a bed & breakfast sign. So I figured might as well call it a day. A woman came to the door and it was all very pleasant: showed me the room, told me the arrangement was breakfast in bed and mentioned that she was alone in the house because her husband was a policeman who was out on night patrol and I'd meet him in the morning. Okay, your husband's a cop, who cares is what I thought to myself. The next morning there's a knock on the door and the woman comes in with a breakfast tray with a standard breakfast on it and then leaves, closing the door. So there I am working my way through the breakfast when without a knock the door opens again and there's hubby giving me the classic looking the perp over cop stare. Stands there for what must have been at least 10 seconds, then exits the room. Apparently I passed inspection. That's it. That's the whole story. I was angry then and I've gotten angrier and angrier over the years thinking about it.
I saw that movie last night. Barbara Stanwyck, Fred MacMurray. "Remember the Night" (1940)
When Barbara comes home with Fred to spend Christmas with him and his family in his boyhood home in Indiana he asks her what she'll want for breakfast the next morning, "waffles or fried mush?"
She says the mush will keep them going longer in the cold weather.
...
Okay - after a little more research I'm wrong - partly. Fred doesn't ask her, it's his aunt. And the actual choice is between "flannel cakes and fried mush" and Barbara replies, "I think we'd ride better on the fried mush." I guess they're going for a horseback ride or something (or is it a wagon ride?).
Initially, the last of a bag of Doritos and some soda to wash it down - I just needed something on my stomach to take some pills and the in-laws had appropriated our microwave.
Later, some French toast at the home of her nephews' friend, as we dropped off a present.
From-scratch, loaded with sweet butter pancakes with real maple syrup, apple wood smoked thick bacon from Trader Joe's, and coffee. (The kids had orange juice.) This is the first Christmas in about 20 years I didn't bake anything, and I keep feeling as if I've forgotten something.
Turkey's in the oven and already smelling delicious. Mmmmm.
Orange juice, eggs benedict and Pantone (sp?). My wife makes fabulous eggs benedict every Christmas, God Bless Her. For dinner I'm cooking the turkey and my son is grilling a venison tenderloin, direct from Wisconsin.
Celebrate. No turkey bacon, but real Jimmy Dean sausage scrambled in with the eggs and hot buttered toast. There is work to do getting the presents down from upstairs to under the tree for the wife's side of the family tonight. Last night was at my son's house on Lake Oconee enjoying his wife's family (he married up into a family from Minnesota). All is well and we shared lots of good memories from 20-30 years gone by watching the generations switch to their new places to make room for the newborns growing up like weeds.
I find it enjoyable to read about the different ways others experience life. For me, this blog is a means to encounter variety, creativity and challenge.
I've recently been reading a series of books by Susan Howatch, called the Church of England Series, in which she highlights the teachings of several theologians and philosophers. In the second book I came across this quote by Plotinus:
"It is not enough for the soul to be free of stain; it must look towards something that is greater than itself, mainly those trascendentals, truth, good, and beauty. All of these embody God, truth, goodness, and beauty itself."
While others may agree or not with who these qualities embody, I believe the presence of them (along with the pronounced contrast of absence) are part of what makes this blog and comments worth reading.
Today, in the quiet aftermath of present opening, I am drinking coffee, eating toasted fruit bread with an almond center, listening to Mr M snore, reading about the different ways to experience Christmas morning and calling the moment Good.
Pecan waffles with butter and maple syrup, sausage and bacon, fresh strawberries with whipped cream from a can and fresh roasted coffee.
The rib roast was in the oven by 10:00 to slow cook at 170F. Just took it out now at 5:00 EST. It will be had with roasted root vegetables. Trying to get my fill of beef since the family are off to India in a few days and I'm guessing that cow is off the menu.
I had my usual weekend breakfast of nothing and maybe some coffee. Breakfast serves no purpose for me on weekends. I need to eat so I can work. I used to skip coffee on weekends too, but then the addiction set in.
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Monkeybread and coffee, with a side of grapefruit.
Merry Christmas!!!
Buckwheat pancakes. My wife is drinking tea, and I'm drinking coffee.
Eggs Benedict, kringle and mimosas with the family.
Merry Christmas.
Gingerbread Pop-Tarts and coffee.
Warm cinnamon rolls with the family.
Merry Christmas to all!
A cup of coffee and the book of Matthew. Matt. 4:4 ;)
Merry Christmas!
I had my usual. Three egg omlette, with tomato, onion, celery, brocolli and bacon pieces. This is on top of Philadelphia cream cheese and salsa. I just finished plowing my driveway. Maybe 6 inches of snow, but extremely heavy. The tractor was really snorting.
Baiglee and stollen (Hungarian pastries); homegrown blackberry, raspberry, and cherry jams; fruit-salad; ham and re-fried garlic mashed potatoes; homegrown cherry champagne; coffee; and homegrown raspberry palinka (Hungarian fruit brandy).
For dinner, fresh garden salad (picked yesterday, just before 10 inches of snow); root gratine (rutabagas, turnips, and sweet potatoes baked with cheese and bread crumbs; chestnut-encrusted venison with Merlot sauce (she was after the lettuce at the wrong time of the year); more cherry champagne; Anjou pears poached in cherry champagne; and of course more baiglee with a bit of palinka.
Both. If you're serving. And I'd like my mush with sorghum if you please.
Actually I had cinnamon toast with mocha java. Must save myself for dinner. And boiled custard later. With the Jack noggin of course.
Blessed Christmas to all.
A ham sandwich and a beer.
A ham sandwich and a beer.
Ham, bread and beer. Three important food groups.
Panatone, grapefruit, scrambled eggs, sausage. Merry Christmas!
Homemade bread with some butter and iced coffee to drink.
Breakfast casserole made w/ cheese, grits and Jimmy Dean sausage. Hot.
Merry Christmas to all.
Cheese Bialys, tea, presents then on the road to Pa.
Meh. The usual: a bagel and coffee.
Anyone ever have an awful breakfast experience? Here's mine. It was the first time I had ever been in Vermont. Anyway I was driving in a rural part of the state and it was getting dark. I saw a farmhouse with a bed & breakfast sign. So I figured might as well call it a day. A woman came to the door and it was all very pleasant: showed me the room, told me the arrangement was breakfast in bed and mentioned that she was alone in the house because her husband was a policeman who was out on night patrol and I'd meet him in the morning. Okay, your husband's a cop, who cares is what I thought to myself. The next morning there's a knock on the door and the woman comes in with a breakfast tray
with a standard breakfast on it and then leaves, closing the door. So there I am working my way through the breakfast when without a knock the door opens again and there's hubby giving me the classic looking the perp over cop stare. Stands there for what must have been at least 10 seconds, then exits the room. Apparently I passed inspection. That's it. That's the whole story. I was angry then and I've gotten angrier and angrier over the years thinking about it.
But life goes on. Merry Xmas.
I'm really disappointed that nobody is having leftover pizza.
AllenS,
Those having leftover pizza are still sleeping. Quiet please.
Minced ham and scrambles eggs with cottage cheese whipped in.
Merry Christmas all!
bacon and hash browns and eggs over easy...and, of course, coffee!
I saw that movie last night. Barbara Stanwyck, Fred MacMurray. "Remember the Night" (1940)
When Barbara comes home with Fred to spend Christmas with him and his family in his boyhood home in Indiana he asks her what she'll want for breakfast the next morning, "waffles or fried mush?"
She says the mush will keep them going longer in the cold weather.
...
Okay - after a little more research I'm wrong - partly. Fred doesn't ask her, it's his aunt. And the actual choice is between "flannel cakes and fried mush" and Barbara replies, "I think we'd ride better on the fried mush." I guess they're going for a horseback ride or something (or is it a wagon ride?).
YouTube at about the 9:50 mark.
Merry Christmas, everyone.
It's a tradition of long standing that we have a holiday stollen.
And coffee, lots of coffee.
Bacon, eggs, cinnamon toast, OJ.
@ricpic - funny story!
Initially, the last of a bag of Doritos and some soda to wash it down - I just needed something on my stomach to take some pills and the in-laws had appropriated our microwave.
Later, some French toast at the home of her nephews' friend, as we dropped off a present.
A ham sandwich and a beer.
When my son was 6 or 7 that is exactly what Santa told him to leave for him on Christmas eve.
sheared eggs, bacon and homemade hasbrowns. Good biscuits too.
And lots and lots of coffee.
My word verification for this post is "funhus" and that is fun too.
Merry Christmas to you all. I hope you are having a great day!
Doritos and Smartfood.
[kidding]
wv-"litimi" = a litigious Tiny Tim
As I remeber, there was only one episode of Hawaii 5-0 when Steve McGarrett gets laid, after which he made his breakfast preference known.
"So, let me be clear," Obamas, McGarrett likes grated parmesan cheese sprinkled on his omlette.
Congratulations, Salamandyr.
Young children. No breakfast yet. Just toys. And chocolate. And, for my part, coffee.
I am corrected, shirred eggs (but it sounds like sheared).
Green Chili eggs and hash browns with salsa at the Inn of the Governors in Santa Fe.
From-scratch, loaded with sweet butter pancakes with real maple syrup, apple wood smoked thick bacon from Trader Joe's, and coffee. (The kids had orange juice.) This is the first Christmas in about 20 years I didn't bake anything, and I keep feeling as if I've forgotten something.
Turkey's in the oven and already smelling delicious. Mmmmm.
Merry Christmas everyone!
wv: blessosp. God blessosp, every one.
Orange juice, eggs benedict and Pantone (sp?). My wife makes fabulous eggs benedict every Christmas, God Bless Her. For dinner I'm cooking the turkey and my son is grilling a venison tenderloin, direct from Wisconsin.
Merry Christmas everyone.
As I remeber, there was only one episode of Hawaii 5-0 when Steve McGarrett gets laid. . .
That's what worrying about messing up your hair gets you.
Merry Christmas!
(Homemade cinnamon rolls and coffee. The kids are gorging themselves on chocolate santas sent by my relatives.)
TW- "aquavi" Add the "t" man!
Grits & Grillads (Griads), Eggs Sardou, Irish Coffee,
Hot Chocolate
It's past breakfasttime here, but that means it's time to snack on some tomato pie-- the real Utican variety.
Celebrate. No turkey bacon, but real Jimmy Dean sausage scrambled in with the eggs and hot buttered toast. There is work to do getting the presents down from upstairs to under the tree for the wife's side of the family tonight. Last night was at my son's house on Lake Oconee enjoying his wife's family (he married up into a family from Minnesota). All is well and we shared lots of good memories from 20-30 years gone by watching the generations switch to their new places to make room for the newborns growing up like weeds.
Breakfast was Monkeybread, which didn't get finished until ~11:00. Ate it while watching 'Up', Funny movie with an awful lot of sad.
Soccer ball.
Original condition yesterday, video.
Me, oat bran with raisins, bacon and egg. Dog gets yolk.
Happy Holidays Everyone!
Bacon, sausage, eggs, English muffins, banana bread, homemade jam, gingerbread man pieces, and all kinds of good fun.
Thanks for adding thought and merriment to my life throughout the year with the cornucopia of comments hereabouts.
Tangerines.
And hot chocolate.
Don't go together, but those are what say Christmas morning to me.
We had blueberry muffins and coffee with Baileys.
I find it enjoyable to read about the different ways others experience life. For me, this blog is a means to encounter variety, creativity and challenge.
I've recently been reading a series of books by Susan Howatch, called the Church of England Series, in which she highlights the teachings of several theologians and philosophers. In the second book I came across this quote by Plotinus:
"It is not enough for the soul to be free of stain; it must look towards something that is greater than itself, mainly those trascendentals, truth, good, and beauty. All of these embody God, truth, goodness, and beauty itself."
While others may agree or not with who these qualities embody, I believe the presence of them (along with the pronounced contrast of absence) are part of what makes this blog and comments worth reading.
Today, in the quiet aftermath of present opening, I am drinking coffee, eating toasted fruit bread with an almond center, listening to Mr M snore, reading about the different ways to experience Christmas morning and calling the moment Good.
Pecan waffles with butter and maple syrup, sausage and bacon, fresh strawberries with whipped cream from a can and fresh roasted coffee.
The rib roast was in the oven by 10:00 to slow cook at 170F. Just took it out now at 5:00 EST. It will be had with roasted root vegetables. Trying to get my fill of beef since the family are off to India in a few days and I'm guessing that cow is off the menu.
McCartney's in Stowe, VT is serving their famous eggnog french toast. Don't miss this treat if you are ever there.
Richard
We had thin slices of last night's leftover roasted duck on warm green onion pancakes with fresh mango salsa and a couple doppo espresso.
Merry Christmas to everyone at Althouse, thanks for another year of good company and stimulatin' conversation.
Oatmeal with brown sugar, blackberries, bananas and cinnamon served with wonderful fresh hot black coffee and oranges.
I had my usual weekend breakfast of nothing and maybe some coffee. Breakfast serves no purpose for me on weekends. I need to eat so I can work. I used to skip coffee on weekends too, but then the addiction set in.
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