Hi! Me again. I'm back for an admittedly half-assed post. Thanks for the strike of inspiration, Renz. Here's the first of what will become regular ramblings from my new kitchen in Denver. Not to worry, I brought my sous chef. He seems to be adjusting well.
Fortunately this new kitchen is shared with these beauties:
Who also happen adore baked goodies. They even say nice things about my experiments that don't turn out well.
So here it is, the Saturday Egg sandwich:
Remember that one time I made
english muffins? Yeah, do it. Then saute some cherry tomatoes until they're wilty, slightly caramelized and spreadable. Fry an egg. Grab some goat cheese. Easy, right? I'll even lay it out in case you're still debating whether or not to make this Saturday, mid-morning.
Ingredients:
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English muffin (preferably home-made)
-Egg
-Goat cheese
-Cherry tomatoes
Directions:
1. Saute tomatoes with a bit of olive oil, salt and pepper. Once they begin to wilt, smash em! Watch out, tomato juice to the eye is not helpful for clearing a post-Friday night fog.
2. Toast your english muffin.
3. Fry an egg, save a pan and crack it beside the tomatoes. They need a soft introduction before straddling one another in the sandwich anyway.
4. Spread goat cheese over english muffin. This will act as an adhesive for the tomatoes which you will spread over the cheese.
5. Add the egg.
6. Top with other half of the muffin. Press down, watch the yolk mingle with tomatoes and goat cheese.
Here is the part where you get some options:
1. Pair with a bloody mary, mimosa or a warm, half-consumed beer. It is Saturday, after all.
2. Savor the sandwich and go back to bed.
3. Combine #1 and #2 if you're feeling ambitious.
Amen.
This post may be a bit deceiving. I like to think that blogs (food blogs especially) are posted in real time. As in, I just made these. The problem is, I made these close to 7 months ago for my besties birthday. Full disclosure.
Here's the thing: homegirl doesn't like big productions on her birthday. Especially if she has to plan it. Give her a hammock and a mimosa, she's set. Then make an obnoxiously cute batch of cake pops and bring them to her office. Best friends are responsible for providing a healthy dose of humility on your 25th.
The most disturbing/satisfying part of this production is the fact that you have to pulverize a perfectly good cake.
Pulse it in a food processor until the crumbs become fine but still defined.
Mix with a tub of frosting, any flavor will do. Form into balls. Grab your lolli sticks and push em' in half-way through the ball. I dipped my sticks in the melted candy coating to act as an adhesive. You don't want your balls detaching from the sticks. 
Show your best pal how much you love her. Make cake pops for her birthday and talk about them 7 months later. 
Quick flash back: I experienced a very dark time in my life 6 years ago. It started with a love affair with peanut butter. The affair soon turned into an unhealthy, overly-dependent relationship. Don't get me wrong, peanut butter can be a healthy addition to toast, bananas, smoothies, etc. However, there comes a point when a spoon becomes a dangerous and evil tool that allows pure, untainted peanut butter to melt on the roof of your mouth a couple dozen times a day. You begin to consider a Costco membership just to bypass those pesky 18oz. jars in exchange for a vat.
A spoon is totally appropriate.
