Saturday, January 17, 2015
I was in Vancouver for a conference last weekend, and by the time I got home and got over my jet lag, it was already Friday and we hadn't eaten a single meal at home all week. I pulled myself together enough to make spaghetti and meatballs for Friday night dinner (despite the temptations of pizza, which are great), and it was exactly right to be able to sit on the sofa watching the new season of The Fall with bowls in our laps and sauce on our chins. But this morning, I wanted eggs something fierce despite the fact that I knew we were out of eggs, and I made Alexis promise that we'd go out for breakfast just as soon as I'd had a cup of coffee. And wouldn't you know it--when I went to get the milk from the fridge, as if by magic, there were a dozen eggs on the shelf. I'd asked him to buy some and completely forgotten.
And so I got to do exactly what I wanted after so much travel and restaurant food--make breakfast in my very own kitchen and eat it in the sunshiny dining room with my feet in my new husband's lap. I started with nothing more than a few glugs of sunflower oil in a big frying pan and a couple of handfuls of little white potatoes, diced. As they sizzled and started to get a little golden around the edges, I decided to add in the white parts of a good bunch of green onions, plus some diced shiitake mushrooms (they were what I had), some kosher salt (more than you think you need), and a fat pinch of chili powder. Once the potatoes and mushrooms were really golden, the potatoes crispy on the outside and fluffy on the inside and the onions sweet, I pushed them all to one side of the pan and sprinkled on a small handful of grated sharp cheddar. While it melted, I cracked a few eggs into the other side of the pan and let them sizzle. I toasted some bread, sliced a big juicy orange, and made some more coffee while the eggs were finishing. With the addition of lots of butter and jam to the toast, and some finely sliced green onion to the potatoes, breakfast was done.
It was pretty perfect, and it reminded me of exactly why it is I like cooking and feeding people, even if it's just the two of us. Even if it's just me. More of this, please.