Since C sweetly fried up 2 strips of bacon for me this morning, I am compelled to reciprocate with a super duper breakfast for Sunday morning. But I won't make it on time unless I start now. Roasted roots (sweet potato, anise, blue potatoes, rosemary, no parsnips though as I forgot about them while explaining edibility of corn smut to the produce guy) are roasting away. I started some quickie lemon cucumber pickles to freshen up our palates. I'm wondering if we'll have oatmeal, polenta, or pancakes- all with a few butter sauteed figs of course.
There is nothing more delicious than planning what to eat the next day. I also had 2 more strips of bacon for lunch today and wanted 2 more for dinner but C said he didn't want to be a bacon widower. Even though these are top organic Neiman Schell Ranch bacon, bacon is still bacon. A slice probably carves 60 hours from the tail end of your life- hours I gladly give away but I must think of others. So I am sadly forced in to a quota of 4 per day, I have to wait until tomorrow morning. Despite the cement dust and renovation clutter in the kitchen, I think tomorrow's breakfast will kick ass, and beat standing in line for Le Note or Fanny's.
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