breakfast at dinner?

I don't know about you, but there are some days in the week when I am just plain tired, too busy or simply lazy to make a big meal. So it seems that once a week in our household, we eat breakfast for dinner.

Now, I'm already a champion for breakfast. Have been for many years (I was actually not allowed to go to school if I didn't eat breakfast; at the time I resented my dad's efforts in forcing me to eat, but I am thankful now). Breakfast really is the most important meal of the day.

Yes, I love a good breakfast. In fact, I love a GREAT breakfast. I can tell you what I usually get at IHOP when I eat there on occasion - 2 eggs (scrambled), 2 pieces of bacon, hash browns and 2 pieces of wheat toast, with Tabasco sauce ready to cover the eggs. Burns my mouth, but it's oh-so-good. I tend to put Tabasco on a lot of things I eat. When I feel like splurging at IHOP, my mouth relishes the taste of Swedish pancakes (crepes with ligonberry jam and butter).

Thankfully, my husband is all for eating breakfast at dinner. He too loves a good breakfast, but he's more of a healthy eater than I am, so he tends to eat cereal or apple-cinnamon oatmeal.

I have no shame in this weekly ritual. It's super easy to make breakfast. I mean, come on! Breakfast! Breakfast. And you don't have to be unhealthy about it. Here's a typical breakfast that I make (when there is time and a lot of motivation!):

scrambled eggs (cooked in a little bit of olive oil & sometimes mixed with salsa for a "south of the border" taste)
hash browns
wheat toast
turkey bacon
whole wheat buttermilk pancakes

Not a bad meal at all. So ladies, don't feel down when you do not have time to whip up a fancy meal. Enjoy the greatness that is breakfast and finish out your day right!

the start of something beautiful.

Here I go, jumping on the bandwagon that is the world of food blogs. Not that I have a lot of time to spare, but I've realized over the years that I really love food (that's me on the left, finishing the remains of a dessert I made). In the time that I have been married for almost two years, I've grown an appreciation for cooking like none other (I think it's because I'm the one who is doing the cooking, not my parents). Maybe it's domestication? I don't think so. I think my love for food and cooking burst out of its shell after remaining dormant for many years.

I blame it on my parents who are terrific cooks. I always thought to myself, maybe one day, I'll just become a culinary great like they are!

I'm so not there yet.

But, I have a decent kitchen (albeit a very small one), money for provisions, a hankering for creating and serving dishes/desserts to those I care about, recipes and cookbooks out the door, and a very patient and loving husband who doubles as the guinea pig for the food I make. Plus, I have had a dislike for vegetables for as long as I can remember - I see this opportunity in cooking for me to acquire a taste for vegetables, making dishes in a healthy but tasty way - and in such a way that I'll eat things that I dislike such as onions and garlic and bell pepper - oh the list can go on and on!

So bear with me in my trials and triumphs in the kitchen (along with other thoughts and musings) and read along as "mo" eats . . .

Who's "Mo"? Why, that's me!