Food is my love language
Hash browns, pan roasted heirloom tomatoes, over medium eggs with smoked salmon and dill, pancakes, and – last but not least – Bloody Mary. Then football and a long run later. It’s days like today that I’m glad I know how to cook because we are able to enjoy a great meal while still in our pajamas, no makeup, no shoes, no lines, and no snooty severs. Just good food and even better company.
Happy Sunday!
This morning, the day after Christmas, my mom made this delicious creation. It’s already made cinnamon rolls- you know the ones in the can that pops open- cut in quarters, milk, sugar, cinnamon, and egg. She topped them with sliced almonds and baked them at 400 degrees for about twenty minutes. When they were done, they were like a cross between French toast, custard, and cinnamon rolls. They were so good with our morning coffee! Thanks, Mom!
P.S. I have a lot of catching up to do on posting so stay tuned!
There is something about the smell of coffee brewing, salty potatoes, smokey sausage, and toasted bread the screams brunch! It means no alarm clocks, just sleeping in and getting up to make a fabulous breakfast in your pajamas. This breakfast serves as lunch, too, because it is close enough to noon to serve a dual purpose.
On this sunny Tucson Saturday, I have a craving for scrambled eggs and crispy, salty potatoes. Also on this day, I feel like trying my hand at french toast. I discovered a cool trick on my handy dandy mandolin and added a secret ingredient to the french toast that made the a little ‘drunk.’
The Love Language of Food 