Egg In A Nest

Last night as I was preparing dinner, I threw out the idea of breakfast (since we don't officially start the Breakfast Planner until Monday).  Egg in a Nest and turkey bacon?  I got the raised eyebrows and the head nods.

Ok. Cool.

This is something I had never heard of before maybe 18 years ago.  My ex mother in law taught me.  It's sometimes called Eggs in a Basket too.   So here ya go.

Get a piece of bread, and either with cookie cutter or a small rimmed glass, but a hole in that bread.

Put some butter in the skillet and put in your bread and little circle and crack an egg in the middle of your hole.  If you don't want a yolk, you can add it scrambled too.

After a few minutes on one side, flip it and cook the other side.  And voila!

I also made some nommie turkey bacon.

I'd like to make a note that not one of these photos are mine.  As awesome as I pretend to be, there was no way I was getting this done with my own pics.

I had managed to wake up, potty, wake up my 14 year old, say good morning to the other two teens and scoot to the kitchen to cook....in my jammies.   In the middle of cooking, my daughter from anotha mutha asked for a french braid. So I made four breakfasts, passed them out, snarfed mine, french braided a head, threw on some clothes, had coffee and a smoke (that's my five moments of destressing in the AM). The minimal in make up was applied to my face and threw on a pair of random glasses of mine. Then packed them all in the car, dropped off two at the high school and trekked to the office with my 14 year old in tow to come face to face with the thorn in my side for the past two months - Quickbooks 2011.

Now, I do all that and could do it every morning, and probably the odds are I will do that on most every morning.  I just do it. A lot of us mom's just do it.  We don't complain, we just do it.  I think it's woven in the tapestry that is our DNA of motherhood.  Who needs a ride to school? Who needs to be picked up? Who needs to be dropped off? It's just life....the life of a mom.  What I have on my agenda really doesn't matter, because I'll squeeze it in somewhere.  Done.

Toss a question to a man, say like 'Can you, once a week, wake up a half hour earlier and drop off the teen to school?" See how it ends up.

School Year Breakfasts

I made pancakes this morning for breakfast, trying to get back into the swing of the school year again.  During the school year, I make breakfast every morning for my family....as a mom it's something that I do because I want to make sure they all start their day with full tummies of MommieDawn Love.

In years' past I made spur of the moment breakfasts - eggs and toast, breakfast tacos or egg in a nest etc.  There was a day here or there that I'd prepare a breakfast casserole the night before...but I'm not that awesome all the time.  ;)

This year I decided to make a weekly planner to put on the fridge of breakfasts in advance that we all choose.  At the top it says "Pancakes/Oatmeal/Eggs & ??/French Toast/Breakfast Tacos". Five meals that can be varied and not boring - like oatmeal can mean a bowl of oatmeal, or oat muffins...or even oatmeal cookies I'd make the night before.

You can go to http://www.printfree.com/ for free printable calendars

and so much more!  I've used and abused this website!

So, as I said earlier, this morning I made pancakes.  I plan to share other more fun ideas in the near future - like egg in a nest or frittatas and breakfast casseroles.

Grilled Tortilla Pizzas

I picked a swell day to fire up the grill yesterday.  After three attempts to get the coals going, it finally started.  But so did the dark clouds overhead.

Here in south Texas, we've hit multiple weeks of digits in the 100's and heat indexes higher than that.  We have had no rain forever - my yard, plants and trees are withered and dried up like crazy.  Then comes the gusty crazy wind!  I had my camera with me outside and took a quick video of just a hint of the wind. I was waiting for my trees to snap like twigs on top of me!

Excuse the shotty camera work, I was being pelted in the face with dirt

and twigs and leaves.

Now on to the pizzas.

You simply take flour tortillas (despite a plea from my 17 year old, I did not make my own this time) and top them with sauce, veggies, cooked meat and cheeses.  Your choice.  Mine was Alfredo sauce, fresh spinach, cooked chicken, mozzarella cheese and a three cheese blend.  You want your meats cooked because these only stay on the pit long enough to crisp up the tortillas and melt the cheese.

Although the chicken was cooked, the small time on the grill infuses them with the smoky flavor.  I was able to cook four pizzas at a time, which enabled me to stuff some teenage faces while cooking four more. Mama got to eat when all the pizzas were done. :)

*New Camera In The Works - So More Sucky Pics Below*

*With My Sucky Camera*

I boiled chicken tenders. It worked out that one chicken

tender was perfect for one pizza.  You can grill, saute and season

any way you want, just cook it. 

On goes Alfredo...

On goes rough cut fresh spinach...

On goes chicken...

On goes cheese...

Put on the pit for about 10 minutes (more or less depending on 

the heat in your pit)

OM NOMMIE!!

My Kaleidoscope Child

I love that my kids feel free to express themselves.  

Back in my day, we were to be seen - polished and pristine - and definitely not heard.  I could color my hair - but only 'natural' and 'acceptable' colors. Make up was a must, as I was told many times, "You are not leaving your room or this house without make up!"  

My 14 year old loves to color her hair and experiment with make up, and I'm here to enjoy the view!  She's been so many shades and I've loved all of them.

This is my Jessa, as I call her, my baby.  She came into this world very quietly, as she
burst her teeny lungs with her first breathe.  As a teenager, she's still
very soft spoken.  But she holds a world of creativity within from artistic
to musical.  She's kind. She's sweet. She's helpful. She's hilarious.

She's my Jessa.

Jessa has grown
into a young woman with grace, and puts me in awe daily.

I love you my sweet girl. 

My Kaleidoscope Child.

My Baby Is A Senior

Where did the time go?

It seems like in the blink of an eye she grew up.

My first born, my sweet little girl.  Sucking on her nana's and those huge chipmunk cheeks!

Now - she's a Senior in high school.  Almost grown.  Almost on her own.

I'll stop being a sissie now.  I know she hates it and she knows I'm working on it.

I love you, my baby girl!

I Wonder What To Do?

If I were given five minutes to myself, I'm afraid it would be wasted.

Why, just for an example, while I've attempted to make this short blog entry - I've been interrupted numerous times by texts, phone, etc.

So, if it were ever thrust upon me to give myself five WHOLE minutes to do what my tiny, cold, black heart wants...I'd not have a clue.

I love you Amanda.