Our new bookkeeper brought some fresh eggs for us today. They are so
stinkin' pretty. Why is that? What makes a simple egg so appealing? I had to snap some pictures.
I would love to keep chickens at some point. Now I have someone I can go
to with my chicken questions, as well as my accounting. Checks and
chickens. This bookkeeper is a keeper.
Breakfast, my one weakness.
Here's a fun breakfast recipe. Make an omelet inside of a
roll—sourdough rolls are the best. And bake them in the oven till the
eggs are set.
Yum. But what to call this deliciousness? It's begging for a cheeky
name. Egg in a Nest. Bird in a Basket. Eggy-Breadlets. What would you
call an egg in a nest that didn't result in a bird, but a delicious
breakfast? Or is that gross?
These are things I should probably work out before posting. I should
just declare the recipe name with bravado. Chick in a Tub. Chub in a
Tub. Chubby Tubbers. Ranchy Scramblers.
But I have better things to do than deciding recipe names—like brainstorming
recipe names. Brainstorming is much more fun than deciding. On-a-Roll
Breakfast Breads. Rockin' Rolls. Rolly Pollos. Huevos Nuevos.
Fun in a Bun. Egg in your Face. Ooo, I like that one.
Saucers. Disks. Pucks. All good words to build on…
…while I snarf down another Scram-bowl.
