another day of hot breakfast

C'mon over! The eggs are fully cooked!

I made huevos ree-os, as The Pioneer Woman loves to call them.

I mistakenly called them "egg-os ree-os" a couple times. Makes me wonder if the Eggo Waffle was initially going after a Latin demographic. Do you ever come across a part of your day where feel the urge to start speaking in Spanish? Regardless of knowing just a few menu items and catchy slogans from taco bell?

I'm sure it's just me.
Ay de mi, gordita.

I gathered this recipe from the Internet right before going to the grocery store. I remember looking at the ingredients for this one: eggs, cheese, picante sauce.

This one is going to be lame.

The thought could not have been farther from the result. I was pleasantly surprised, and these eggs turned out to be my favorite hot breakfast so far. (That's not saying much considering day one, but blueberry muffins are right up there with breathing and sleeping for me as far as being a fan of something.)

I've never in my life cooked eggs so well. I always make scrambled eggs. Making this breakfast was amazing--like learning to execute a perfect butterfly stroke when I'd been doggy paddling my whole life. It feels great to learn something new.

Nothing like an English-style breakfast with a dash of Picante!

Poofy morning hair agrees: these huevos are delicioso.

hot breakfast week: day one

Chile Rellenos--It's what's for breakfast.

Er...it's what was going to be for breakfast.

I could see with my wonderful imagination how it was all going to be. I'd return home fresh from my morning run, inspired by the beauty of the desert in spring. I'd turn dials and push buttons, thrumming every kitchen appliance awake to make my husband the best thing since a home cooked dinner from scratch: a home cooked breakfast from scratch.

I wondered to myself as I mixed the cayenne and paprika ingredients--why so much emphasis on hot dinners together around the table? Breakfast can start the happiness first thing in the morning. While I was whisking vigorously, I pictured Steve off at work with an enormous, toothy grin on his face, and everyone in the office would notice. All because of some warm deliciousness in his tummy.

Maybe this is where the blog should end.

No! This journey is about the victories as well as the epic, tell-the-king-we've-lost-the-war-we're-going-to-be-slaves-to-a-foreign-land-the-rest-of-our-lives failure.

It wasn't that bad.

(Yes it was.)

If you want to make these beauties, go here. The thing that drew me to the recipe was the title: Lazy Chile Rellenos.

I did everything right in following the recipe. Nearly.

I lined a pan with chiles. Then cheese. Then chiles and cheese again. Then I poured the perfectly mixed ingredients of eggs, milk, half and half, salt and pepper, paprika, and cayenne.

Then came the pan, and more specifically, the size of the pan. Heaven help me. It's confession time. I must be brutally honest for all the world to see. It's the only punishment that will ensure never making this mistake again.

I decided not to use a 9x13 pan. Oh yes, I had one. But I thought it would look better in a square pan--a much smaller square pan.

Calgon, take me away! Give me that .008 of a second back, life!

The result was a glorious eggy stew. With some chiles. I made my husband obscenely late for work as I kept peeking in the oven, trying to cover up the horror at my creation still not setting up. What domestic diva decides she can change pan sizes from what the recipe calls for!? I guess that's what they mean by domestic goddesses.

I blame the desert in the spring. I always do.























Inspiration for this week's domestic endeavor: my beautiful sis-in-law Michelle

My brother Sammy is a lucky 6 foot two-fer.