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(Wilde)

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Surprising And Accidental Perfect Breakfast

A cross between French toast and a fritatta sort of.  A messy fritatta with bread on th bottom.

Took 2 small pieces of decent white bread, a little past its prime, put m in th bottom of a cake pan.  Crakd 2 eggs over them, halfheartédly whipped them with a fork—mixing together the two elements (yolks & whites) but not making them one.

It calld fr something green so having nothing fresh and green I dumped on dried leeks, dried basil, dried rosemary.  It seemd like too much.  Olive oil—whoops, too much of that too.  Piece of cheese on top, munster, cz that’s what we had.  Into the oven.

It tasted delicious.  Much better than I expected.  About perfect.  The herbs wrnt too much at all, and th cheese got all melty and drippy like munster is supposd to and mixed with the eggs, which were done; and nothing got burned.  Delicious, delovely.

food | recipes |
2009-10-13 (Tue)

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