Usually I don’t cook breakfast. Everyone just grabs a bagel, a bowl of cereal, a quick egg sandwich and that’s that. Maybe one weekend a month or so, I’ll actually make a big breakfast, depending on how my mood and time strikes. Yesterday was the day.
Of course, as I sit down to the table and notice The Husband not eating, I ask him why. His answer, “I don’t usually eat a big breakfast,” just reinforces the reason why I usually don’t make them.
When Nicholas gets in his pancake phase, I’ll make a ton and freeze them, and the same thing for french toast. That way, we have them on hand for him, but other than that – big breakfasts don’t happen too often.
As to what hit the table yesterday morning? I made a quick batch of french toast and an oven pancake. The first time I made the Dutch oven pancake was nearly two years ago, and I forgot how easy it is, and how much I like it. It’s hard to describe really; the term “pancake” doesn’t really fit, since it’s a bit more on the eggy/souffle side, slightly custardy … delicate, slightly sweet and oh so good. It’s certainly simple enough that you can easily fit it into your weekday breakfast routine … as long as someone in your household eats breakfast. Here? Just more for me to nosh on during the week.
A year ago today… my cutie patootie and lots ‘o pups.
Two years ago today… no post.
P.S. Don’t forget tomorrow is the ARF/5-A-Day roundup – hope to see you there!