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August 17th
10:28 AM EST
Banana-Peach Oatmeal Mash-up
Breakfast, anybody? (Click for recipe)
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Banana-Peach Oatmeal Mash-up

Breakfast, anybody? (Click for recipe)

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March 6th
10:00 AM EST

Oatmeal for breakfast is awesome, but if you can’t have cinnamon in it, then what’s the point?

Two mornings ago, I woke up, drank two cups of coffee, read a few chapters of The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo, and decided to make a bowl of oatmeal when I felt my stomach starting to growl. I poured the oats into a bowl. I mashed up a banana and mixed it in. I poured in a cup of almond milk. I went to grab the cinnamon so I could sprinkling a bit of it into the mix and complete the oatmeal-making process. Where was the cinnamon?

I scanned the counter. I put cinnamon in my oatmeal every morning. I always placed it back in the same spot on the counter, where could it have gone? I opened both doors to the spice cabinet and searched around. I moved the other spices- cumin, paprika, nutmeg- around like chess pieces, all the while keeping my eyes peeled for the cinnamon. It wasn’t in there. With my left hand still on the cabinet door’s handle, I spun around and looked toward the kitchen table and then did a once over of the entire room. Nothing. No cinnamon anywhere. I turned back to the cabinet, moved each and every spice all around for a second time, and when I could officially confirm it was not on the lowest shelf, grabbed a chair from the kitchen table for assistance in searching the two upper spice shelves. It wasn’t up there either. 

For a minute I thought about popping the bowl of oatmeal into the microwave and eating it without any cinnamon, but that notion didn’t last long at all because I remembered that oatmeal without cinnamon tastes like plain, boring oatmeal. Unacceptable. So, I had to call my mom, because it’s a rule of life that even when they don’t know where things are, moms always know where things are.

"Hi Mom, do you know where the cinnamon went?" I asked.

"Uhh, no. I haven’t used any cinnamon recently." She said.

"But I always put it back in the same spot and it’s not there anymore so you must have moved it," I complained.

"Kate, I didn’t move the cinnamon. I know it for a fact. Just look around, it has to be there somewhere," she tells me.

She’s a neat freak, so deep down I knew that if she said she didn’t move it, she definitely didn’t move it. She would remember if she had put it away somewhere. But since I still can’t find the cinnamon and she doesn’t know where it is, I hang onto the notion that she must have moved it and just didn’t remember.

"Ugh, ok… whatever. Never mind. I’ll talk to you later," I sigh.

"Bye," she says.

At this point, like twenty minutes later, I was too hungry to care about the very specific tastes of my breakfast. My stomach was growing impatient and I was just going to have to settle for a less than satisfactory morning meal. I threw the bowl into the microwave and when it was ready, I leaned back against the counter, bowl and spoon in hand, and began to eat. Two-and-half bites into my delayed breakfast, for no reason at all (I swear I wasn’t still looking for it; I had fully accepted the absence of the cinnamon at that point) I nonchalantly turned my head to the right, and out of the corner of my eye saw none other than the stupid, little brown bottle that I had been searching for peaking out from behind the standing paper towel rack.

Thank god for my wandering eye, because I got to have cinnamon in my oatmeal that morning after all, which proves two of life’s undoubtable truths; the moment you stop looking for something, it will almost immediately reveal itself to you, and, your mom is always right. Always right.

February 26th
11:41 AM EST
hungryrunner:

Breakfast: Strawberry Shortcake Pancakes!
I don’t think I need to use many words to explain how good these were, because really, the picture just says it all. The recipe for these pretty little pancakes comes from Chocolate Covered Katie. 
And for fun, more gratuitous pancake pictures for your viewing pleasure!


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I made these for breakfast yesterday. The pictures say it all.

hungryrunner:

Breakfast: Strawberry Shortcake Pancakes!

I don’t think I need to use many words to explain how good these were, because really, the picture just says it all. The recipe for these pretty little pancakes comes from Chocolate Covered Katie

And for fun, more gratuitous pancake pictures for your viewing pleasure!

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I made these for breakfast yesterday. The pictures say it all.

November 15th
10:14 AM EST

50 breakfasts around the world.
All in favor of eating breakfast three (or more) times a day say, aye.
I just ate breakfast, but suddenly I am starving!

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50 breakfasts around the world.

All in favor of eating breakfast three (or more) times a day say, aye.

I just ate breakfast, but suddenly I am starving!

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May 29th
1:04 PM EST

Random Recipe: Steak, Tomato, and Cheese Scramblette


Yesterday, I bought a huge piece of steak from the Farmers Market. I marinated it in some BBQ sauce (Annie’s!) and then grilled it. This was my first time eating grass-fed meat, well, as far as I know anyway, because who the hell knows what was fed to  anything I’ve eaten that was purchased from the grocery store in the past, right?!

It turned out to be pretty darn delicious and now I have a bunch left over, so this morning I made a scramblette (An omelet, but scrambled. Duh!) with tomatoes, cheese and steak! Yum! Something interesting I noticed while cooking; I used one free-range egg (also bought at the FM yesterday) and one grocery store egg, and the yolks had significantly different colors and textures. The free-range egg’s yolk was a much brighter yellow and much creamier. Just saying, that’s reason enough for me to continue buying locally raised produce.

In other news, I ate breakfast outside and it’s fricken hot out! My coffee stayed hot for much longer than it normally would on its own! (Do you like my Kings and Queens of Scotland mug?!)

Also, this was my first grain free breakfast. I’ve officially finished off all of the cereal in my pantry and I didn’t allow myself to buy any when I went shopping yesterday. (O.K. I’m giving myself a little too much credit there. Let me rephrase that; they don’t sell cereal at the farmers market, hence I could not buy any.) It’s interesting though, I find when I eat cereal for breakfast (my favorites are Kashi Autumn Wheat and Raisin Bran), even two bowls, I feel hungry again within two or three hours. If I eat eggs, I feel full for much longer. This is a perfect example of how if you pay attention to your body, you can pretty easily figure out which foods are best for you.

(Click through for recipe. Pretty self explanatory, though. Also, I need to learn to write recipes.)

Ingredients

2 eggs

Steak (cooked and chopped into small squares)

Shredded cheddar cheese

1/3 cup chopped tomato

Directions

1. Spread a small amount of butter in a heated frying pan.

2. Break eggs into a bowl and scramble.

3. Add chopped tomato and steak to eggs.

4. Pour egg, steak and tomato mixture into the pan.

5. After about two minutes, sprinkle in the cheese

6. Scramble everything with a spatula.

7. Enjoy!