December 20, 2011 § 24 Comments
On the off chance that your holiday breakfast plan is not yet inscribed in stone; in case you aren’t already bound and determined to have a strata, or frittata, or sticky buns, or perhaps puffy pancakes or spoon bread; or maybe you’d like to just add some icing to your giant, decadent, multi-course holiday brunch cake; well then dear friends, may I venture a suggestion.
I actually feel a bit ashamed that I’ve been holding this recipe from you for so long. It’s a recipe that may, in fact, deserve a little shouting from the rooftops. And, it’s a recipe with a history, which means stories.
I didn’t know any of the stories when I first started baking the original version (this is a wholly different iteration, but we’ll get to that later), I just knew that I had the recipe copied down on an index card from my friend, and I had labeled it “breakfast puffs.”
November 26, 2011 § 35 Comments
Thanksgiving is over. Sigh…
Now let’s turn up the “Jingle Bells” and start preparing for Christmas!!!
Okay, just kidding. I’m not ready to start decking halls and listening to Christmas carols quite yet, no matter what the advertising industry wants me to do. Though the twinkle lights that have been appearing on the trees in the squares, making them look as though a little fairy has flown through and sprinkled holiday cheer dust everywhere, are bringing me a great deal of joy (thank you fairy and/or city decorators!).
December 10, 2010 § 13 Comments
So, I just had a revelation. Or at least, it felt like a revelation at 6 am, when I was still rubbing sleep out of my eyes. We’ll see how it stacks up now that I’m in a slightly more awakened state. I was thinking about why I like eating breakfast in my PJs so much. Even if I take a shower before breakfast, I have a tendency to put my pajamas – and usually a big fuzzy sweater – back on, then go and eat breakfast, and then finally get dressed and gussied up for the day. This morning, I suddenly realized that while many people need the time it takes to shower, spruce up, and generally get ready to go to work before they can gather the where with all to grab breakfast, I need the time it takes to eat breakfast and sip a cup of coffee in order to work up the gumption to put on my clothes for the day. Not particularly revelatory yet? Well, wait, it gets better! I also realized that one of the most relaxing parts of vacation, for me at any rate, is sitting for a long time at the breakfast table in my pajamas, browsing over the newspaper and making my way through a little too much coffee. And, even if I’m not on vacation, if I wear my PJs at breakfast, I can still conjure up a little hint of that leisurely feeling, starting the day off on a more tranquil note.
We are heading due north into the season of laid back, drawn-out holiday breakfasts, and I can’t wait. No, really, I can’t wait. I’ve totally jumped the gun and have been cooking all manner of scrumptious, not your everyday toast, this is the most important meal of the day so why not seriously enjoy it, breakfasts. Even though it’s still a couple of weeks until vacation. (So, if I proceed to write a string of breakfast posts, that’s why.) On this one, though, I outdid even my breakfast-obsessed self. It’s simply so good, I’m not even sure what to do with myself. I want to make it over and over and over again. And I probably will.