Happy Valentine's Day. This morning I got inspired to go show my love to my hubby man with sculpted meats.
We all know meat is a love language, so why not heart shaped sausage for breakfast? I was feeling rather proud of myself untill I went to crack an egg.
Oops. I know that is not what the grates are for, but I use them all the time for a nice little cracking edge. This time my beautiful big brown shell was deceptively fragile and instead of a nice crack, the whole egg just gave out. What a mess.
So back to the drawing board. After I cleaned up my egg mess, I cracked two more with success. Did I use a safer technique? No, I am a slow learner. This time my eggs behaved. I am proud to say, at 56 I am finally mastering the fried egg. I still break a yolk here and there or get sidetracked and overcook the little buggers, but overall I am getting the knack.
So I am right on track with a scrumptious love themed breakfast. Yes, that is homemade strawberry jam.
I have just one problem. My hubby man is nowhere to be found. Timing is not my strength. Have I missed the mark?
Well, apparently Cupid’s aim is just fine. As I was finishing this post about trying things and how sometimes they don't quite turn out, hubby man arrived and he likes the hearts.
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