Posts tagged: breakfast

#blipster #hipster #palace #breakfast #sticker (Taken with Instagram at Blipster-Palace In Hipsterville)

#blipster #hipster #palace #breakfast #sticker (Taken with Instagram at Blipster-Palace In Hipsterville)

My kickin’ chicken chili and havarti cheese omelet creation just now.
After the fold… NOM NOM NOM

My kickin’ chicken chili and havarti cheese omelet creation just now.

After the fold… NOM NOM NOM

jinakanishi:
Random Acts (via Burnt Pixel)
I’m sick, just got up after tossing and turning all night and morning, have a stuffy/runny nose, burning eyes and throat, ears under water and aches from my scalp to my toes… and I am going to make THIS, now.

jinakanishi:

Random Acts (via Burnt Pixel)

I’m sick, just got up after tossing and turning all night and morning, have a stuffy/runny nose, burning eyes and throat, ears under water and aches from my scalp to my toes… and I am going to make THIS, now.

princessleah7x:

unicornology:

amandoline:

laureola:
Keyboard Waffle Iron (via nickmcglynn)



That’s HOT! ;-)

princessleah7x:

unicornology:

amandoline:

laureola:

Keyboard Waffle Iron (via nickmcglynn)

That’s HOT! ;-)

Never Enough

NEVERENF

plateshow:

In the early 90’s, I was working for Daymon Associates doing market research. I had been keenly observant of vanity plates for most of my life already, since my Dad used to figure them out on our drives back and forth from New York when I was a young kid. It was in this travel heavy job, that my constant vanity plate observations probably became much more thoughtful because I was on my own for 10-12 hours at a time—and looking at plenty of cars!

One day, walking out of what was then named Price Club (now Costco) on West Ox Road in Fairfax, VA, I noticed a Chevy Suburban being loaded up with several flat carts of merchandise from what must have been a very expensive shopping trip. The truck adorned the Virginia vanity plate: NEVERENF

At that age, the ideas of love, peace and happiness in a “less is more” lifestyle had not yet crossed my mind. If someone had suggested the truth that the more things you own, the more things own you, I might have laughed before disregarding them as foolish. New stuff was the answer, right!? It had to be… I wanted it!

Lust for more, greedy thoughts and hording are, sadly, the common mode of operation for many in our world. I don’t know if the vanity plate “NEVERENF” was social commentary on this observation or simply acknowledgment of the owners condition, but over the weekend, this distant memory came back as though it had happened yesterday.

I was in New York, attending a memorial service with friends for a great man. After a 4am departure from MD, we were meeting with the family at Carle Place Diner. In the bright, morning sunshine, one step before walking in the door of the diner, I turned and notice the Maryland vanity plate NEVERENF on an SUV.

A rush of the memories I’ve briefly described above came over me. As I told my friends, I was informed that the owner was a cousin in the family we were there attending the service for and it was later confirmed that it had been a Virginia plate years earlier, belonging to her brother!

I suddenly felt I must have a cosmic connection with vanity plates. Who knows, maybe all of us do! :-)

Eggs trying to hide


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I don’t have children so I don’t really have an excuse for making this. I just had some processed cheese in the fridge, which I generally don’t understand and am always a little unsure how best it might be used. In this experiment, the processed cheese slice did not (as ever) add anything that you would miss were it not there. I like it when narrative is introduced to meal-times, though. Why is the egg hiding? Shame? Guilt? Fear? Depression? The scene could be made a whole lot more dramatic by the addition of a blob of tomato sauce somewhere beneath the cheese blanket.



Serves: 1



Time: 10 mins



Ingredients:

1 egg

1 slice processed cheese

Wholemeal/granary bread

1 Tbsp skimmed milk

1 clove garlic

Half Tbsp olive oil

Half tsp dried herbs such as tarragon, basil, oregano

Black pepper

Small pinch salt

Lo-fat, no-transfat margarine

Ketchup (optional)


Method:

Finely chop the garlic and gently fry it and the pepper in the oil for a few minutes until the garlic is cooked and just starting to colour. Toast a slice of bread. Beat the milk and herbs into the egg, turn the heat up on the garlic and pour in the egg, giving it a quick stir. Let it sit for a few moments while you quickly spread the margarine on the toast. Start to scramble the eggs with a chopstick or something. Just as they are about to set, throw in the pinch of salt and stir it through before tipping it all out onto the toast. If you are feeling macabre, add the blob of ketchup before dropping the cheese slice on top.




Healthometer:





4: misbehaving



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