Happy National Waffle Day! Sorry I couldn't find all of you an appropriate card, but apparently Hallmark doesn't give a fuck about waffles. Speaking of waffles, I can't remember the last time I had them. But here I am, stuck at work, craving breakfast. FOCUS: Breakfast. Do you do breakfast? What's your go-to day-to-day? What's your favourite special occasion breakfast? What's your specialty?
I really only eat breakfast on Fridays and maybe sometime on the weekends. Fridays I usually work at home and hit up my favorite breakfast diner by myself. Its a little something to look forward to at the end of the week. Scrambled eggs, corned beef hash, potatoes and toast tossed back with some coffee as thick as motor oil. Breakfast during the week doesnt usually happen otherwise, maybe a banana here and there. The only time I have something sweet for breakfast is this famous diner near where my wife grew up that does banana bread french toast with clotted cream. Its absolutely delicious.
Focus: Chorizo and egg tacos, where you cook the scrambled eggs with the chorizo and all the greasy awesomeness. Put that on a hot, flour tortilla, cover with cheese, smother with Valentina hot sauce. Eat about three of those with some black coffee and you're gonna have killer shits in an hour or two. But it'll be worth it every bit of it. Aaaaaand now I'm hungry.
When I lived in downtown Vancouver (Robson and Thurlow) years ago I lived near a crepe place. It was a small, 5-seat restaurant that did 99% of its business out the front window. It was like a food truck stuck into a building, right on Robson Street. That place made the absolute best crepes, and even though there was always a lineup, every few days I'd go see a client and would head out early so I could wait in line for a crepe. One day I was on my way to a meeting, stopped for a crepe, and proceeded to dump blueberry compote down my shirt... but with no time to go home and change. I'd known the client for a while, so as embarrassing as it was, I just powered through it. Showed up at the meeting, he saw my shirt and laughed, and then I explained how it was the daily special crepe. "Fuck me... now you've got me hungry... love that place, let's carry on over there." We then went and got crepes and talked about a new project which we signed up once we got back to his office. He was in such a good mood he signed off on a whole bunch of extras that he normally wouldn't have. (I generally throw a bunch of extra stuff into proposals in order to make it feel like they're winning something by having it removed)
I do breakfast, take pride in it because my dad did. He’s a freak. When he cooks it, it looks like the photos in a Denny’s menu, and I mean flawless. Never break a yolk, never let anything stick, perfect colour flow through everything. I try to model after that so hands off my fucking stove in the A.M.
The wind has changed directions and now the smoke from the 35 lbs of pork butt I'm BBQing on the back porch is going into our A/C units. The smell is spreading throughout the house. The entire place smells like pork, brown sugar and paprika. My wife is gonna murder me when she gets home.
Owner of my local cigar shop gave me a bunch of free ones when I told him I was getting a few sticks for my sons’s bday party bbq. Turns out there are actually are good people in this world. I left with about $100 in cigars for a $20.
I love a good breakfast on the weekend - scrambled eggs, bacon and potatoes. Before kids, I used to have time to sit and eat a bowl of cereal and read the paper. Now, it's a cliff bar in the car. My kids love eggo waffles at the moment and I'm pretty sure they could eat one for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I gotta admit, the "thick and fluffy" ones aren't half bad.
during the week - a glass of OJ, some yogurt and a pot of coffee during the weekend - mostly random, but usually a few bowls of cereal, eggs & bacon, pancakes (with real maple syrup, not that corn syrup shit) or breakfast at a local place with the wife; all with a couple pots of coffee if you haven't guessed, I drink a lot of coffee.
I almost hardly ever eat breakfast, instead opting for my 600 calorie coffee that I make with butter and coconut oil. That typically keeps me full enough through to lunch. However, on the weekends my oldest is always asking for me to make some of my homemade bacon if I have any leftover, so I'll usually make a half pound or so on a Saturday or Sunday morning. The key to the best bacon though: bake in the over low and slow. I typically do mine at 250*F for around 90 minutes. It'll be the best bacon you've ever had. It's that perfect in-between stage of not too crispy, but still somewhat chewy, plus it'll make your whole place smell like bacon for hours, and who doesn't like that? (Except for RotN's wife.)
I mean. Once I can start smoking again (no smoking while wounds are recovering due to the vasoconstriction) I fully intend to sit on the front porch and get high af.
Yeah, to be fair, he wasn't the guy who got her fired... someone at NASA saw that interaction and shit-canned her. He wrote a blog post explaining it and has since taken it down. He was more worried about her being detected by NASA. "It occurred to me that this young person might get in trouble if NASA saw it, so I tweeted to her one word: 'Language' and intended to leave it at that," Hickam wrote in the post, which was cited in several news reports. "Soon, her friends took umbrage and said a lot of unkind things, but long after I was gone, as I immediately deleted my comments and blocked all concerned." https://www.space.com/41612-prospective-nasa-intern-loses-position-twitter.html Funnily enough, it looks like all of her friends responding caused it to trend and get on NASA's radar in the first place. Part of me feels bad for her, but part of me also thinks I don't want someone that fucking stupid to be working at NASA.