Our breakfast routine gets, well, routine sometimes. As in, boring. As in, I cannot eat another scrambled egg if my life depended on it. So we find ourselves looking for ways to spice things up. This usually happens on the weekend when we have more time to wander about in the kitchen. It goes something like this:
The Mistah: “What do you want for breakfast?”
Me: “I dunno, as long as it’s not eggs or oatmeal. What do we have?”
The Mistah: “Um, eggs and oatmeal, sorry.”
There is then much muttering under my breath and I start flipping through cookbooks and recipes for something, anything, different. Most recently, it resulted in a Dutch Baby. Continue reading “Dutch Baby”
Bon Appetit Hon 