It is so pleasantly quiet in the house at the moment I’m hesitant to break the silence even ever so slightly by placing my hands on the keyboard. I think better in the quiet. Perhaps that’s why I like mornings. It’s warm, and going to get much more so later in the day. This, according to our weatherman, a man I imbue with equally as much faith as Charles Ponzi. Earlier he forecasted a day in the high eighties which probably means we’ll either have a freak snow storm or low-lying flood conditions by late afternoon. I want that job. Really I do. It’s one of the few jobs where you get paid not based on whether (or weather in this case – arg) or not the information you provide is accurate, simply that you provide it with unbridled enthusiasm while displaying a great set of teeth and wearing extremely expensive suits. I’m all over it.
This morning I read an article about the Jetstar pilots who had to abort a landing a mere 492 feet above ground because the captain had forgotten to lower the landing gear. Had he forgotten because he had the first signs of dementia, suffered a stroke at the controls, or suddenly developed amnesia and couldn’t remember how the mechanism worked? No, I say. It seems he forgot to lower the landing gear because he was texting his girlfriend on his cellphone. Really? Good Lord. I swear I’m starting to dread the thought of flying, certainly apprehensive about getting on a cruise ship after all they’ve been in the news lately, and buses aren’t looking good either. Recently a bus driver in our area got roaring drunk and in the middle of his route parked the bus by the side of the road, got off and left the passengers sitting in the middle of nowhere. Truthfully, they were probably better off.
It’s a crazy world out there these days. Somewhere I heard that you should not tune in to the news, whether in the paper, on-line, TV, or wherever it is you get it, for more than 10-15 minutes a day. More than that can actually result in signs of depression. Even if I try to avoid immersing myself in it, friends and family members will call and bring me up-to-date on any horrific happenings I might have chosen to omit from my selective reading. One friend, I swear this is true, I believe scans all the available news sources looking specifically for the most horrifically awful bits of this and that to share, and usually will choose to share these with me when I’ve just made lunch. No matter how many times I politely tell her this is “too much information”, she surges forward with the gory details like a forensic scientist hot on the trail of a clue in a steaming pile of lower intestines. I do not, repeat, do not, want to hear about body fluids or visceral anything when I am in the middle of throwing together a nice pot of rich red pasta sauce to pour over my spaghetti.
Some people seem to immerse themselves in the gloom and doom, almost to a point of drawing it to them. For me I’m sort of a glass half full girl, and prefer to steer clear of that type of personality. You know the ones who no matter what subject you are discussing, no matter how sunny it might be, can locate one negative item and create a dialogue around it. One friend in particular with some of these traits, I call Eeyore. Eeyore, if you recall if having the occasion to read Winnie the Pooh, was the gloomy old donkey whose tail was pinned on, and was always managing to have a rainy day. Milne gave him a wonderful voice in the stories and he is one of my favorite literary characters from childhood. To quote:
Eeyore, the old grey Donkey, stood by the side of the stream, and looked at himself in the water.
“Pathetic,” he said. “That’s what it is. Pathetic.”
He turned and walked slowly down the stream for twenty yards, splashed across it, and walked slowly back on the other side. Then he looked at himself in the water again.
“As I thought,” he said. “No better from this side. But nobody minds. Nobody cares. Pathetic, that’s what it is.” – Winnie the Pooh
We’re having company this weekend, and one member of the group invited is somewhat of a nay sayer. This person is guaranteed to pick through a dish you’ve cooked asking what the green things are, or if there’s gluten in it (even though she’s not allergic to it or avoiding it). Once she asked where I purchased my meat and if I washed my produce.
On the last occasion I prepared dinner for her and her husband she thoughtfully brought me catalogs so I could search for new dinner dishes, with the unspoken assumption being that surely I was in the market. That person.
I’m serving hamburger so she will point out the recent “pink slime” issue. The temperature in the house will either too warm or too cold depending on the season, and if the music is playing it will be a song she doesn’t like belted out by her least favorite group and the volume will be too loud, or not loud enough. In a restaurant she has to be reseated repeatedly and in the end will wish she’d sat where we were first located. If the food is excellent, the prices will certainly be outrageous. Her family is perpetually wrong, and she is miraculously always right, and her husband has “yes dear” printed on his undershorts with permanent marker. There are times when I wonder why, oh why I continue our friendship and then in the middle of it I’ll be reminded of what s good heart she has and that if I can’t accept her en total than I shouldn’t be associating with her at all. I then remind Susie, that being me, that I am significantly below perfect on the human scale myself and rather chose to find things to like about her. At least for today. I’ll let you know after dinner tonight.
So that’s my news, none of it bad. Have a happy and upbeat day! This would be a great Mother’s Day brunch recipe. Not only does it look beautiful but it is positively addictive.
1 pkg. refrigerated Pillsbury Crusty French Bread
8 large eggs
1/4 cup chunky salsa (mild, medium or hot)
1/2 cup chopped green bell pepper
1/2 cup chopped onion
4 slices bacon, cooked crisp
6 breakfast sausages, cooked and halved lengthwise
1/2-3/4 cup Mexican style cheese (or your choice), shredded
2 Tbsp. butter, divided
Salt and pepper to taste
1 egg plus 1 Tbsp. water for egg wash
Preheat oven to 350 degrees.
Cover cookie sheet with tin foil. Spray with cooking spray. Open container of dough and carefully unroll on covered cookie sheet.
In large skillet melt 1 Tbsp. butter. Add onions and peppers and cook about 3 mins. until vegetables are tender.
Meanwhile, whisk eggs and salsa together. When vegetables are tender add egg/salsa mixture to pan and salt and pepper as desired. Scramble eggs until just set but slightly undercooked. Just slightly. Remove from heat.
In center of dough, leaving room on all sides for folding place 4 pieces of crisp bacon, two on top and two directly below. Place half of the egg mixture on top of bacon and cover with cheese. Top with remaining egg mixture. Arrange sausage over top.
Fold both ends in burrito style and then pull one side over the top and then the other. Like an envelope. Cut four 1/2″ slits in top to vent.
Place in oven and back for 25 mins. Remove from oven and brush with egg wash. Cook another 8 mins. or until golden brown.
Let cool slightly and then slice into six pieces. Serve with fresh fruit and extra salsa.
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