Every once in a while, I need to stop what I'm doing and cook something nice, just for me. I've been running errand after errand since we returned from Krakow on Monday night, my house is a disaster area, and we've probably overextended ourselves a little in terms of planned activities for this weekend. I'm not complaining about the activities (bagels at a friend's Saturday morning, friends coming to our house for a BBQ Saturday evening, and we're going to another friend's house Sunday morning for a full American brunch). I want to do every one of them. I wish I was one of those people who was a little neurotic about the state of her house, so that every single time we're having company, I wouldn't be rushing around trying to de-slobify, and could just focus on cooking some good food.
Oh well. I'm not that person.
So, my bagels are proofing, my Sunday brunch contribution of a Strawberry Loaf is baking as I type this, and it was nice to take a few quick minutes to pull together such a fast, delicious, and luxurious tasting lunch as Creamy Mushrooms and Eggs from Around My French Table.
It's probably best if we not tell the Weight Watcher overlords about this one. Diet? What diet?
Matt rails against any type of breakfast-for-dinner, and he hates mushrooms, so this was an easy choice as something to make for a solo meal. I'm glad it was a simple recipe.
So, so good.
I've read a lot of blog posts lately encouraging people to conquer their fear and poach an egg. I had no idea they were on the list of food items that rattled people. I've always had much more luck with them than trying to flip an egg. It's funny how each person has their own unique relationship to every single food out there.
Have a great weekend, Doristas! I'm off to bring a semblance of order to my living room.