Feet!
I’ve been fretting over getting behind on the ABC-along and then decided who needs guilt over the letters of the alphabet? Good grief. And as bad as the blue toe nails are above, I decided to spare you the photo of my blistered feet from my training-to-walk-a-marathon-days a few years ago. But only because the photos were too blurry.
Sunday supper
Even though this is Easter, we don’t have big plans for dinner. There’s a turkey breast thawing in the fridge, I may cook it, I may not. We might have leftovers. I might grill a hamburger. A neighbor brought us trout that he caught last week. I could thaw those but I’d have to figure out what to do with them, I’ve never cooked trout. (Suggestions?)
Instead we had a blow out breakfast. It started with a blueberry coffee cake that I made first thing this morning. And then I made fruit salad, figuring with a little yogurt and granola we’d be all set. But Jack said he wanted scrambled eggs. Which led to bacon. And of course cheese in the eggs. So you see, we’ve eaten enough to get us through until dinner time and I’m not interested in more cooking today.
I hear somebody in the jelly beans upstairs. Must go protect my caramel eggs.
Nice “f”–especially the furry ones.
I like trout fried in butter. YUM! The best. But I would have to ask the DH how he does it because I have never done it myself.
Your breakfast blowout sounds very delicious.
Trout, yum! We had our first trout in the fall. I think I dredged it in a little flour (with salt and pepper) and pan-fried it (not overcooked). We have a pondful now, but we haven’t had any more. Soon.
We had a “Danish puff” for breakfast, a recipe I pulled out of the cookbook, because I got too lazy to thaw blueberries.
“F” is for tootsies?
Love the furry feet. Great pictures. I’m all for Easter breakfasts, too. Let the day take shape and not worry so much about the dinner.