Cabin fever is starting to set in! We've been nested in our cozy cave for over a week. Yes, we all had the flu. We are all on the mend and are now trying to get caught up on all the things that make life run smoothly.
Got up at an insanely early hour for a weekend....5:30am! Feel rested, Hungary, creative and almost ambitious. In the mood for a big, country breakfast. Yesterday I precooked the most beautiful dark red potatoes. Freshly harvested days before as was shown on the packing tag. The skin on the potatoes was almost maroon and when I cut in to them the moisture pearled to the surface. It may sound funny to be making such a big deal about these red potatoes but most of the time I have to search through loose potatoes to find red potatoes that are not anemic looking. I've stopped buying red potatoes in the bag because the red colored bag they put them in is deceptive. When you take the potatoes out of the red colored bag you are usually stuck with a very anemic spud staring back at you. So now you can see why it was such a pleasure to cook these beauties up.
This morning I got these beauts from the fridge and sliced them up in a large pan with onions and olive oil. A little Kosher salt and a dash of pepper was all it needed. Then, I fried up some lean Canadian bacon and fried up a brown egg.....YUM! The rich flavor of Colombian coffee added to the pleasure. Hopefully this will give me the energy that I need to tackle the housework.
Got up at an insanely early hour for a weekend....5:30am! Feel rested, Hungary, creative and almost ambitious. In the mood for a big, country breakfast. Yesterday I precooked the most beautiful dark red potatoes. Freshly harvested days before as was shown on the packing tag. The skin on the potatoes was almost maroon and when I cut in to them the moisture pearled to the surface. It may sound funny to be making such a big deal about these red potatoes but most of the time I have to search through loose potatoes to find red potatoes that are not anemic looking. I've stopped buying red potatoes in the bag because the red colored bag they put them in is deceptive. When you take the potatoes out of the red colored bag you are usually stuck with a very anemic spud staring back at you. So now you can see why it was such a pleasure to cook these beauties up.
This morning I got these beauts from the fridge and sliced them up in a large pan with onions and olive oil. A little Kosher salt and a dash of pepper was all it needed. Then, I fried up some lean Canadian bacon and fried up a brown egg.....YUM! The rich flavor of Colombian coffee added to the pleasure. Hopefully this will give me the energy that I need to tackle the housework.



