Because Breakfast Should Never Be Half-Assed (Bonus)

Oversize Breakfast Biscuits

“Oversize Breakfast Biscuits”

I know the “Make Ahead” Breakfast week has passed but here are some other recipes I’ve found that can be use for future breakfasts. The biscuits pictured above, for example. Just make the dough and keep it in the fridge. In the morning, stick ’em in the oven and let them bake while getting ready to go.

Lox, Eggs, and Onions Quiche

“Lox, Eggs, and Onions Quiche”

Zucchini and Olive Breakfast Cake, French-Style

“Zucchini and Olive Breakfast Cake, French-Style” from The Kitchn

"Baked French Toast" from The Fauxmartha

“Baked French Toast” from The Fauxmartha

First GastroGasm of the Day

So I literally bounded down the stairs this morning all awake (without coffee and after a very late night/early morning on the phone) and skipped off down the road to go vote at the elementary school near the house. My parents trailed behind commenting on whether or not I am mature enough to vote while I changed my Facebook status to “And a happy “I Get to Vote for Obama Day” to YOU!”. I picked that one only after much consideration.

Yes, I like Obama. Yes, I voted for him. And yes it makes me feel like a big girl to put the “I Voted” sticker on my office door.

While waiting in line I was browsing for Tapioca Pudding Recipes and photos of well designed Breakfast/Brunch photos. It was all I could do to keep myself from bouncing around the hallways like the mature 5-year old I felt like. I like cooking for people and one meal I especially like cooking for people is Breakfast and/or Brunch. Something about being the artist that gives a person their first GastroGasm of the day. I honestly cannot wait until I have someone to make breakfast in bed for. I don’t care how domesticated that makes me sound.

As it so happens, there is a person I send breakfast photos to on a fairly regular basis. I happened to have these photos on my phone so I’m not sure exactly where they came from. Probably Pinterest, which is not working right now. But here was today’s photo:


And here was yesterday’s (it was a vote):




And there here are some other things I couldn’t help not keeping:




So after voting and rushing to campus to try and get my dad to his first class of the day at least decently late as opposed to obscenely late (there was a big to do trying to call student workers to get a note up in his classroom), I settled into my office with some blackberries and tea while basking in the glow of a late night with awesome people and an early morning with awesome people who vote. Had some good music going on my Pandora station: Buddha Bar. Then I get a delivery of such magnitude I can’t even control my glee:


Isn’t it beautiful? I’m booking the conference room during my next late night shift in the office for a good few hours with this.

But in line with my desire for everyone to have a better day with a better breakfast, I think that starting the day off with a proper amount of sleep the night before (made better depending on what/who you do just before bed) and a bounce in your step is a good beginning point. Then eat. Take two minutes to think about something to make. Make it, then eat it. Just like thinking about your vote before you cast it, we should all put a little more effort into starting our days off better on a regular basis.

What’s in a Name…?

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:

Brown-Sugar, Brown-Butter, Shorties

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.

The “exception” Waffles: These can be served a variety of ways but I like them with either Nutella or cheese.

The kind of waffles I’m talking about

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.