Why Ratzinger? Because not quite Benedict yet.* A nice fresh poached egg on a buttered English muffin. An ambassador of sanity from the weekend to the weekday. Not to get all Discardian, but the getting into the proper frame of mind to poach an egg seems like a good way to prepare oneself for the slings and arrows of the workday.
*And think of how good it would be if being slathered with hollandaise was part of becoming Pope.
My breakfast is a flower that's beginning to bloom. Beginning to bloom. To bloom.
What's with the food pic?
Soft food has you getting all soft on us?
Posted by: Rose's Lime | Friday, 21 April 2006 at 10:50 AM
that melty butter looks so good.
Posted by: alizinha | Friday, 21 April 2006 at 12:50 PM
That is because I use the same lens they used to shoot later Heart videos.
Posted by: Fesser | Friday, 21 April 2006 at 01:32 PM
i love a poached egg on a bed of mixed greens stud-ed with lardons.
we should do one of those meme things on sauces. a paen to sauces if you will.
hollandaise!
bordelaise!
espagnole!
bernaise!
bercy!
allemande!
rouille!
beurre blanc!
poivrade!
Posted by: la_depressionada | Friday, 21 April 2006 at 02:07 PM
... not to imply that I have hangovers on weekdays, but isn't a poached egg slathered in Hollandaise (I actually prefer Bernaise) THE BEST HANGOVER HELPER in the whole dang world? I like to drink (a bit of) the bearnaise afterwards whilst pretending to be Homer Simpson.
Posted by: debra van Culiblog | Saturday, 22 April 2006 at 05:53 AM