Well actually, it’s 8:44pm. But I liked that title better.
Quick small eat. Had a big lunch of leftovers from earlier pre-blog meals. Hungry… but not HONGRYYY, just enough to know I’ll be cranky in the morning if I keep snacking on almonds. So what’s in the fridge? Remnants of oat milk.. that spirulina smoothie is for the mornings… the last quarter of my rosemary loaf, that could work as some toa-
And then it struck me. Get it? 😉
Moonstruck eggs! I haven had one or made one in almost 10 years. I’m pretty sure about that. My Nana is the first to ever make one for me that I can recall. And I loooved them. She was actually the queen of toast. I remember visiting my Nana when I was very young, she made toast for me once with wheat bread, honey, pistachios and banana. I was a very picky eater for my poor family to deal with, but Nana always made me something that had sustenance to it. She knew what I would like. Clever woman.
Toast is my favorite snack to this day. It is a big reason I love making bread in the first place. Toast in the middle of the night was how I re-introduced myself to cooking when I was 18 and had moved in with my Yaya and had become very depressed. My sleep patterns had become rather unhealthy and I would be up at odd hours scrolling tumblr and furiously folding origami as a coping mechanism. Sometimes I would hear my Yaya get up at around 11:30 pm, go to the kitchen and pour herself a glass of milk and toast herself some sourdough. Then she would sit at the kitchen table and read her book and have her snack. Like me, she wouldn’t be able to fall asleep right away and sometimes it’s just because she’s hungry. So I would join her and we would talk about life. Mostly boys. I had many queries about the men I was dating and she had lots of wisdom and her own lessons learned to share. A toast to my grand-ladies ❤
So toast. That’s what I was writing about. High, how are you? Anyhoo.
Moonstruck egg for small eats tonight. And with my homemade, week and a half old but still strong, rosemary loaf! Suddenly so excited. Plus the great thing about moonstruck eggs when you make them for yourself? They come with a little appetizer!
But obviously it’s been a minute since I made one of these bad boys, because I cut the window for the moon too small. Wah wah. But flip this sucka over anyway, I’m hungry NOW.
Oh yes. The smell of rosemary is getting me high, and the toast has soaked up the butter from the pan that’s browned a little. I feel like I’m going through a small spiritual journey, and I haven’t even got it on the plate yet. Why haven’t I made this sooner? Look at that splat. Gorgeous. I’m in love. And the yolk?
Of course it was good, what did you expect?
Cheers
-Rieu
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