
There’s nothing like having breakfast for dinner. I mean, it’s breakfast. FOR DINNER. It’s intrinsically awesome. As you may have noticed from my previous post, I have a thing about breakfast foods.
Tonight, I was pretty darn hungry so I opened up the fridge to see what I could forage. I found some leftovers that, while delicious, just weren’t appealing to me at the moment. While I WAS hungry, I was also feeling lazy (what else is new), so I wanted something I could throw together quickly and easily. I remembered seeing some salsa in the cupboard and pulled out some chips that had been opened ages ago and thought I could snack on that for a while and have it satisfy me, but it wasn’t really what I wanted.
Then I opened the fridge again and spied BACON. Now, this may not be too thrilling to most people. As yummy and fattening as it is, it’s nothing too special. However, having eaten mostly (not all) vegan food for the past, what, two years(?) and no meat at all for about a year or so, then abruptly switching back to a regular, meat-eating, dairy-loving diet in February (that’s a whole other story, so don’t even ask), meat is still a novelty for me. So when I saw that bacon, sitting in it’s unopened package just screaming at me to eat it, I just had to put it out of its misery.
Then I noticed the bags filled with grated cheese my husband had so thoughtfully bought. And the carton filled with eggs that would be past their expiration date in a week or so. And some bread.
An idea started to form in my mind…
BREAKFAST. FOR DINNER. YESSSSSSSS.
As soon as I thought it, I knew it was what I had been searching for. Now, I am still relatively inexperienced with cooking with meat and eggs, so this was an adventure for me. Usually, when I plan on making something with either ingredient in it for dinner, I strategically wait juuuusst long enough for Nick to come home and tell him, “Oh, I’m trying to get dinner going, but I could use some help. Maybe you could cook the meat/crack the eggs/do all the work for me?” Somehow, because he loves me oh so much, it works. Alas, he was working until 8 tonight and my stomach would not wait, so I was left to fend for myself.
Cook that bacon, I did. Crack those eggs, I did.
I was brave! I was ambitious! I did it all by myself! I think I stood a little taller and a little prouder throughout the cooking process.
That is, until it came time to crack that second egg.
Oh, second egg. Why did you have to ruin it for me?
I was going along so well. I cracked the first egg with no problem. I allowed myself a little satisfied grin. Maybe I got too cocky. Maybe I was so focused on the delicious dinner a-waiting me that I didn’t pay attention. Whatever it was, I knew as soon as I saw a little egg..goo..coming out of the shell that I was doomed. I tried to pry it open, stupidly, and…
CRACK-SPLATTER!
Egg everywhere. I think a little actually made it into the pan. A lot of it made it onto my work pants legs (go me) and the floor. I ran into my room and angrily ripped off my pants (not literally, because that would have made the situation much worse), and changed into pajama bottoms. I wiped up my mess on the floor and let my egg(s) cook. Luckily, by the time I was finished wiping up all the guck (yes, I just made that up), the egg was done. I somehow managed to actually have some semblance of a fried(?) egg. I put it on the bread I had toasted, realized I’d forgotten to put the cheese, salt, and pepper on it while it was cooking as I had planned, and called it done. I grabbed some bacon, put some butter and agave nectar (remnants of our vegan days) on the other slice of toast, poured myself some orange juice, and declared the dinner moderately successful given the circumstances. I sat down to eat, briefly paused to take a picture of the meal (see above), hoovered up (yes, I also made that word up) everything on my plate, and rubbed my belly happily.
Despite some minor, egg-related setbacks, I’d say I did pretty well for myself. Considering my odd squeamishness around cooking meat (the possibility of undercooked meat-disease!) and eggs (salmonella! run!), I am proud of what I did. Besides, you can’t really go wrong with breakfast for dinner.
I rate this meal…
4.75 out of 5 (minus .25 for egg guck) very happy bellies