A Funny Thing Happened on My Way Back from San Francisco

It hasn’t been unnoticed, I’m sure, that the leader of the Free Foodies has been somewhat absent of late. There’s an excuse for that.

I was out in California having a grand ol’ time eating my way up the PCH when I got a phone call offering me a big girl job. It would give me money, training, benefits… It all sounded amazing. And it was. But it was also a major change.

I now work above a Nandos and around the corner from 8407 Kitchen Bar. I haven’t been starving but I also haven’t had much time to write as much as I would like. So I’m dedicating the month of January to catching up on unpublished menus, reviews, and a glimpse into what kind of adventures a real paycheck can help you afford. I’ve been traveling across the country meeting my fellow foodies and checking out some of the scenes as well as learning a lot more about my other passion: spreadsheets.

While I backdate and get everything in order here’s something I’ve discovered at the Panera on the opposite corner from my office that you can make at home and munch on while patiently awaiting my reports. And if you don’t have the time to slow roast your own tomatoes I suggest you at least try one of these in the morning. It makes the day go much better.

Mediterranean Egg-White Sandwich (Copycat Recipe from Foodtastic Mom)

Mediterranean Egg-White Sandwich (Copycat Recipe from Foodtastic Mom)

No Plants Were Harmed

Eggs Baked in Roasted Tomato Sauce

“Eggs Baked in Roasted Tomato Sauce” from Food & Wine

I’ve seen recipes like this, or similar to this, around several times not and I’m interested. Very interested. It would never happen for an actual breakfast because I’m just way to lazy in the mornings to do anything the recipe call for. Brunch, however, I could probably manage. Brunch times run until 2:00-2:30 in my book. Plenty of time to sleep in, have coffee, watch TV, and then actually turn my brain on enough not to catch my PJ’s on fire while putting tomatoes in an oven. Last time I tried to work on my seedlings while tired I actually just picked up a small clay pot and flung it across the the counter. Why? I don’t know! One minute I’m humming to myself and the next… crack! Also, dirt EVERYWHERE. It’s like my reflexes and muscles were like… Teehee! She’s so no awake we can do whatever the heck we want!

[No actual plants were harmed in the making of the story in this blog.]