poached eggs and pie

My morning started decent, considering it began at 5 am. The regularly scheduled breakfast cook had a day off, and I was taking her place. An added bonus of working the morning shift meant that after work, I had time to learn how to make Melissa Green's famous GF strawberry rhubarb pie. I was pretty stoked!

The menu for breakfast was scrambled eggs, sausages, and scones (celebration of alliteration!). Piece of cake, or so I thought! After putting the scones and sausages in the oven, I was ready to begin scrambling eggs. My brain was still a little groggy, so I was appreciative of the ease and simplicity of the meal.

Wandering into the refrigerator to grab the eggs, my heart dropped; a flat of 30 eggs was missing. This was not the time to be paralyzed by panic. I searched the cooler high and low, no eggs. I muscled the freezer door open, hoping someone accidentally misplaced the eggs (hehe, thinking about it now, turning frozen eggs into scrambled would have been quite the task). What do I do? Scrambling eggs required twice as many eggs as I had sitting in front of me.

I needed to make a decision quick: poach eggs or flip pancakes?

Never having eaten, let alone made a poached egg, I was intimidated by them. Perfect time to learn; plus if I made poached eggs I would not have to clean the grill. Bonus. A "how to" Google search alleviated a bit of anxiety. Then, to my relief, Melissa Green, who could live off of poached eggs, walked through the door. Impeccable timing. Breakfast went off without a hitch. I ate my first poached egg, AND I enjoyed it!

Even though the morning took an unexpected turn, baking pies was the salvation. My day ended with a piece of the best pie I have ever tasted. The crust was delicious and flakey. The vanilla ice cream was the perfect compliment as it slowly melted over the warm pie filling.

I even learned a valuable lesson; if using fruit that has been frozen, do not take the pie out early, let it sit for 45 minutes and expect it to be done. It will not be done. You will have to put the pie back in the oven. You will have to wait an extra long time for pie. I must have used up my patience durning breakfast.

good morning beautiful.

The birds are chirping. Jinx is frolicking. I am enjoying a big bowl of mango a la Evita and with a delicious cup of coffee. Good morning sunshine!

Some say it is a sin to taint coffee with milk and sugar. Which, yes, it does alter the delightful flavor. However, in my book, there are those mornings that call for a straight cuppa joe. And then, other mornings call for the lavish addition raw honey and a dollop of coconut cream. These mornings make me feel like a queen. It is like waking up to someone saying, "Good morning sunshine. Look how beautiful the world is. I painted it for you."

After my parents left on Saturday evening, this small trailer felt large and empty. The two days they spent here, we explored some neat places around the Shuswap. Everything was enamoring; the grass-fed gouda cheese farm, an organic Irish brewery, the rushing waterfalls.

Breakfast with them was my favorite. Farm fresh eggs cooked atop sautéed onions, flopped on a slice of fresh garden tomato. Homemade mango, ginger kombucha. Fresh ground coffee. There was no hurry, just appreciation and satisfaction. It was marvelous.

All things do change at some point. This morning it was obvious, as my wake-up consisted of Jinx readjusting herself in my arms. The morning started out warm and relaxing. When I woke up I knew it would be a queen coffee sorta day. I put on the hot water, took care of some morning business, then stepped outside and gave the world a salutation and cheers.