Thoughts on a perfect breakfast

No breakfast is complete without a dish of eggs.

I didn't always think that way, and toast, bread, butter, jam and a certain chocolate spread have always been sufficient and satisfying for a long time. Not anymore though. Now the first thing that pops in my head as soon as the stomach complains is "What's it gonna be? Scrambled, fried, or omelette?" (Yes, I admit, I have not tried "poached" yet, but I hear that's quite difficult, and I doubt I could be up for these challenges early in the morning with a grumbling stomach). 

Someone told me our taste changes every 7 years. So this is the year for me! I have never liked onions much, and even garlic took a long time to grow on me. Now I find myself in the kitchen, willingly chopping shallots, consequently breaking out in tears, and fixing up a roux (is this the proper term?) as a base for pretty much any sauce I fancy lately.

Just the same with my breakfast. I wrinkled my nose at fans of a proper english breakfast, even when I lived in London for a while ("How can you eat warm food in the morning?"). Now I really can't think of a better start into the day.

What you see above is a spanish tortilla without the potato.. which makes it more into a well intended (and therefor rather thick) omelette. I chop tomatoes, peppers and mushrooms (you can also add zucchini etc.), whisk three eggs in a bowl, add the vegetables, salt and pepper and fry it all in a buttered small pan with garlic. The garlic is really essential, you'll love it! Try frying the omelette with a lid on it. And turning it is a lot easier with a flat plate pulled over the pan. Sprinkle some parmesan on top for extra indulgence.

Hope you're enjoying your breakfast this morning!

Fresh laundry

I've been enjoying the little things lately. Like the smell of fresh laundry out of a new washing machine (at home we only have one of those old ones shared by the entire housing unit, leaving a subtle stench on our clothes).

I feel with the smell of fresh laundry it's the same as with a cake or potato soup - it will never be as good as your mom's.

Housewifing

Every once in a while I bake a cake. And then, for those couple of hours I spend in the kitchen, I have the feeling I could indeed be a housewife and enjoy that sort of thing; rummaging around between pots and pans, rushing through the house with a duster, wearing my cute red apron.. until I come face to face with the pile of last week's dishes. That really takes all the fun out of housewifing.

Anyways. With a little help of my mother over the phone I managed to make this new creation, including bananas and a stiff chocolate sprinkled cream. The best part was coating the top of the cake with small crumbs and pretending to build a sandcastle.

Sorry for the sadly lighted picture though, the sun hasn't been out for a while now. One day, I'd love to make the achievements in my kitchen look like the wonderful creations on this site. 

Careful though, food orgasm included.