I had planned on taking Ed to the trails this morning, but I ended up sleeping in a bit. So I had to settle on a 20 minute walk to the river. Although it was already 40 degrees it was quite windy!
Believe it or not, I was actually going to make cottage cheese pancakes for breakfast, but time got away from me. So let’s see, what should I have?
Every time I eat canteloupe, the smell immediately makes me think of my Grammy’s house. Every summer, my brother, sister and I would visit our grandparents in Virginia. It was a tiny town called Warsaw, and the arrival of Chicago relatives routinely made the local paper!
I can remember sitting at her kitchen table, with a bowl of freshly cut canteloupe, and the smell of cinnamon bread that she made with white bread and put under the broiler. The result was a crispy crust and a soft/chewy middle – melt in your mouth sugar cinnamon deliciousness!
And of course as any good cook, she always had a container of bacon fat that she used to cook the best scrambled eggs! Those are always good memories.
Do you have a certain food that takes you back to a particular place in time?
Morning break is over – see you at lunch!