Special Sunday brunch
Now that another year has begun at QUUF, in order for Sam to be in a class instead of the nursery, we have to go to the later service. I turned this negative into a positive by promising to cook a "fancy" breakfast on Sundays. I remember Sunday brunches very fondly from my childhood, whether they were eaten out or at home. One word: bacon.
So this morning I cooked up a pound of bacon, a bunch of scrambled eggs mixed with a little milk, green onion, and co-jack cheese, and some crescent cinnamon rolls. I was going to make cinnamon toast like my Grandma Baker does, but caught sight of a tube of crescent rolls and decided to try something new. I sprinkled some cinnamon-sugar on the dough before rolling them up -- yum. Not too sweet, but just right.
And no, we did not eat a whole pound of bacon. There are two tiny slices in the fridge, which I will use to garnish some vegetable this week.
So this morning I cooked up a pound of bacon, a bunch of scrambled eggs mixed with a little milk, green onion, and co-jack cheese, and some crescent cinnamon rolls. I was going to make cinnamon toast like my Grandma Baker does, but caught sight of a tube of crescent rolls and decided to try something new. I sprinkled some cinnamon-sugar on the dough before rolling them up -- yum. Not too sweet, but just right.
And no, we did not eat a whole pound of bacon. There are two tiny slices in the fridge, which I will use to garnish some vegetable this week.