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Sep. 21st, 2004 12:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
which_chickI had egg sammiches for breakfast today. This is a food of my horse people. Liss makes egg sammiches for breakfast all summer long and if you're there at breakfast time, you will be presented with an egg sammich in the face of all but the most violent protests. I don't particularly LIKE eggs for breakfast, but I have learned to enjoy egg sammiches due to repeated exposure. (I didn't connect the dots for years, but the horse people eat so damn many eggs because they have chickens. At their house, eggs are free. D'oh.) So that you, too, can enjoy the delights of the egg sammich, here are the directions (makes 2):
Preheat a large, cast-iron skillet over medium heat. Butter it well.
Mix two eggs, salt, pepper, a dollop of milk, as for scrambled eggs.
Pour egg mixture into skillet. DO NOT STIR.
Cook until mostly firmed up and light brown in spots on the bottom.
Slice in half (for two half-circles) and flip each half. Cook until done.
Put down a toasted english muffin half, add one of the egg half-circles (folded in half, it should about fit), add thin slice cheddar cheese, thick slice tomato and a dollop of mayo.
Top with other muffin half.
Repeat for other sammich. Eat over a plate, with a napkin handy.
You can use toast if there are no muffins. You can omit the cheese or use pepper jack. You can even get by without the mayo if you don't have any. There MUST be a slice of tomato, though. And, of course, eggs.
The peonies were looking a little rough around the edges, so I cut them down and put the tops on the compost heap. Last year I didn't cut them off and their rotting corpses bothered me all winter long. So this year, I've gone back to the cut-them-off route.
I raked the grass I cut yesterday and dumped it on the compost heap as well. I wonder... if I can get enough wet grass on there, it will heat up the pile and perhaps catch it on fire. That would be most nifty...
Also in the wonderful world of yard work, I cut more of the grass today. It'd be nice to say that I was done cutting the grass, but that would be incorrect. I am not yet done cutting the grass. My yard has a lot of grass* that I do not normally mow but that I hate to look at all winter long. When the end of the grass-cutting season rolls around, I cut this grass* so that I don't have to look at it all damn winter. Since it's doubtful that I will cut the grass more than once between now and the first snowfall, I'm hitting the seldom-mown grass* so that I don't have to do it later.
*Used in this sense, "grass" means "plant matter that fits underneath a pushmower without breaking it." It's mostly herbaceous and more than half green. Some of it has thorns and I wouldn't run over it barefoot.
Also slowing down the grass-cutting extravaganza is the fact that the new, improved, shorter logs, of which I have some, fall over with a distressing amount of regularity. I need to restack the damn pile again. I think my stacking approach is at fault... rows are starting to strike me as doubleplusungood. I've seen circular woodpiles... maybe those would work better.
Preheat a large, cast-iron skillet over medium heat. Butter it well.
Mix two eggs, salt, pepper, a dollop of milk, as for scrambled eggs.
Pour egg mixture into skillet. DO NOT STIR.
Cook until mostly firmed up and light brown in spots on the bottom.
Slice in half (for two half-circles) and flip each half. Cook until done.
Put down a toasted english muffin half, add one of the egg half-circles (folded in half, it should about fit), add thin slice cheddar cheese, thick slice tomato and a dollop of mayo.
Top with other muffin half.
Repeat for other sammich. Eat over a plate, with a napkin handy.
You can use toast if there are no muffins. You can omit the cheese or use pepper jack. You can even get by without the mayo if you don't have any. There MUST be a slice of tomato, though. And, of course, eggs.
The peonies were looking a little rough around the edges, so I cut them down and put the tops on the compost heap. Last year I didn't cut them off and their rotting corpses bothered me all winter long. So this year, I've gone back to the cut-them-off route.
I raked the grass I cut yesterday and dumped it on the compost heap as well. I wonder... if I can get enough wet grass on there, it will heat up the pile and perhaps catch it on fire. That would be most nifty...
Also in the wonderful world of yard work, I cut more of the grass today. It'd be nice to say that I was done cutting the grass, but that would be incorrect. I am not yet done cutting the grass. My yard has a lot of grass* that I do not normally mow but that I hate to look at all winter long. When the end of the grass-cutting season rolls around, I cut this grass* so that I don't have to look at it all damn winter. Since it's doubtful that I will cut the grass more than once between now and the first snowfall, I'm hitting the seldom-mown grass* so that I don't have to do it later.
*Used in this sense, "grass" means "plant matter that fits underneath a pushmower without breaking it." It's mostly herbaceous and more than half green. Some of it has thorns and I wouldn't run over it barefoot.
Also slowing down the grass-cutting extravaganza is the fact that the new, improved, shorter logs, of which I have some, fall over with a distressing amount of regularity. I need to restack the damn pile again. I think my stacking approach is at fault... rows are starting to strike me as doubleplusungood. I've seen circular woodpiles... maybe those would work better.
