As a good English Major I’m opposed to the romanticization of Shakespeare’s “Romeo & Juliet”. If you really want to argue with me about it feel free to try but if you win the argument just know you’ve got weird aesthetic tastes in literature. Just saying. But using quotes seems to garner an appropriate amount of attention and this one does apply…somewhat.
At the G-Ma’s for the weekend again, only some minor medical hiccups and we’ll be off to test for blood clots after lunch but that’s just a safety precaution at this point. For a woman turning 92 this Sunday she’s got a lot of energy. Possibly even more than myself at this point in the week. I just found out that as “staff” at the Uni I’m not allowed to take off for the midterm break and I’m really not too thrilled about that. Especially when I’m AHEAD in my administrative work and there won’t be any students to council as they will all be off having fun somewhere else. Well that’s not true. There are students on campus, some of whom are planning to study, but I can almost guarantee that 80% of them are not Freshmen (i.e. not really my problem) and that out of the remaining numbers 99.9% of them don’t need my help as they are actually studying over midterm break. Who does that? I know I never did. But I’ve set up a cookies and milk party for my late night shift on Monday (if I actually have to stay for that) so all is not lost. I think I’ll make these:
But here’s what this post is really about: Breakfast.
I don’t really like breakfast as a practice. I do it because it’s good for me and if I don’t I’ll be grouchy all day and eat too much junk food. But the idea of having to wake up at unGodly hours just so that I can have enough time to toast myself some bread and spread some form of lubrication on it is just horrifying. And all I really need the toast for is to having something in my stomach to make sure I don’t feel sick to my stomach when I drink coffee. This is what breakfast has become and it’s downright unacceptable!
So this morning I didn’t do it. I made tea (Earl Grey with goat’s milk) and helped my Gma make her warm soy milk (she’s between a walker and a cane while she recovers). Then there were texts and phone calls about what to do with her leg that was swollen to dangerous proportions last night (stockings are evil) and eventually I got around to having a proper “breakfast”: Waffles with poached eggs. Well one poached egg I can’t eat that many in a sitting.
I may be a Tobing by name but I am definitely a Flynn at heart. As a kid my grandpa (the Flynn side)used to gross me out with some of his eating habits. One of my biggest issues was with his method of eating waffles with eggs. He’d take these beautiful waffles and then put a fried egg, sunny-side up, on top and cut it so the yolk would break and mix with the syrup and soak into the waffle and run all over the plate… I used to make a face every time. One day he put his fork down and looked me straight in the face and said: “Josie, don’t you dare make that face one more time until you’ve actually tried it.” He then proceeded to cut me a piece of waffled soaked in runny egg yolk and syrup and told me to open up and try it.
To this day that is the only way I will eat waffles.
Without the egg yolk the waffles are incomplete and I simply cannot abide food that tastes incomplete. It leaves a big hole in my heart/stomach and I feel spiritually empty the rest of the day. As a quick disclaimer there are exceptions to the above rule and those are the flatter thinner waffles as opposed to the thick crispy-on-the-outside-yet-fluffy-on-the-inside waffles (see image below and the one below that). The thinner ones I eat with Nutella.
And if you’re looking to make your breakfast even BETTER you should poach your eggs in milk (with about a half a cube of chicken bullion). Of course, a good ol’ fashioned egg sunny-side up does the trick too.