After a day of New-Years-Day lazing around, playing Sudoku, and consuming (between the two of us) a bottle of 2004 Truchard Syrah (delightful), Big Chef is now watching Julia Child on DVD.
I hear her distinctive voice, muffled through the floorboards, punctuating a finer point and enthusing over an aroma. Big C is in his Man Cave in the basement. He breaks forth in HIS distinctive gaffaw from time to time.
This morning Big Chef decided that he would try his hand at fried eggs. I (Sioux Chef) usually "DO fried eggs". However Big C had an idea about lower temp but had never done fried eggs before. They were good. Buuuttt. A litle too underdone for my tastes.
I made my signature biscuits (perfect), Big C fried Four Oaks Farms bacon (better than store-bought) and we ended with home-made jelly/Irish butter for the remaining biscuits.
We haven't had lunch so we are getting hungry. I hear Big C in the kitchen snacking on crackers (trash). So I am on my way to make us a chicken sandwich (see last post on Chicken in a Pot) and Campbells Bean with Bacon soup.
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