man oh man, the perfect breakfast ..... butter, w/ just the right amount of salt and pepper .....

ah, breakfast, thy name is indulge.--

1.)sleep in, just a bit, snuggled under blankies just a little warm.

2.)put on your worn out jeans, over the shorts & "t" you just slept in, and a pair of thongs, or flip flops, which ever you prefer.  warm torse, chilly feet, no wool socks.

3.)last night's boiled russet potato, in a very liberal amount of butter.   that's butter, not your foreign assed olive oil stuff.   too much salt, just the right amount of pepper.

4.)two eggs, (out of the shell, of course, ... , we are rustic out here, not idiots.)  into your old coffee cup with the broken off handle, and a long tined fork, aged just right, to get the proper distribution of ions from the steel.  (trust me on this, if you too, want perfection.  well, yeah, at this point it is just a theory, but ... .)

5.)take the spuds out, put on a plate.  another very liberal dose of butter.  pour the beaten eggs into the pan, and hit with a little butter, just just a tad too much pepper.  do not disturb the batter as it cooks, burbles at the edges.  flip, once.   more butter if needed, but there should be a bit of surplus in the pan.   lightly salt, heavy on the pepper.

6.)one packet of bigelow's "constant comment" tea, fresh or last night's, if used just once.  (hey, this is n.e. oregon talking here, none of that fancy dancy little glass thingie with the strainer for "brewing" loose tea.  this breakfast is for eating.   not admiring you culinary sophistication, for christ's sake.)

7.)plate the eggs.   take the eggs & spuds & tea out to the recliner, put on some good jazz guitar.    eat.   do not gulp, but, eat & savor, but, don't be silly about it.  don't let it get cold, warm is o.k., but cold is, what, barbaric?  a sip of tea every now and again.   when finished eating, put the recliner about 1/2 way back, and just drift as you finish the tea.

(it is permissible at this point to put a small wool "baby blankie" over your feet, as you drift towards dream land.  warm feet make the best reveries.  in my experience, anyway.)

8.)don't be rigid.  it is permissible to have some good white bread toast w/ plenty butter, and apricot spread floating on the butter.  or not.  depending upon your "druthers."   and, by all means, don't rush off and do something constructive, or be otherwise "foolish" with work or some dumb assed thing like that.   this is sunday morning breakfast  .....  "church" for some of us, when we talk with god, in our own little way.  and, think the "great thoughts," but, all to our own little "selfs," as we say out these parts.

enjoy.

john jay @ 03.12.2023

p.s.   vote republican.  democrats are trying to take your butter away from you.   trust me on this.   wot's amatta fool, you want to live forever?

Comments

[Grog]

margarine

chuckling

Sounds tasty, I will have to cook up a skillet of that in a few hours. I prefer sausage gravy on the spuds, but that's just me.

[jj]

grog:
yeder tier hat sein pleasur.  i like potatoes boiled, fried, baked, hash browned, mashed and in potato salad.  i like em boiled, cold and with mayo and salt pepper.  au gratin.  about the only way is the baked salad when they are floured ...  whats the point of that?   and, they do make a wonderful breakfast.   laughing.
john