The garden of earthly delights. Sweet.

I had these small local sweet potatoes and I was feeling adventurous, so I attempted to cook them into my eggs.  I wasn't sure they would soften up enough to be palatable, but with some patience, indeed they did.  Garlic, sweet red onion, sweet potatoes, spinach, eggs, red chili flakes, salt, pepper. Wonderful scramble.  The strawberries were absolutely, deeply, sweet and brought out all the sweetness in the potatoes and the onion.  Hit that ideal blend of sweet and salty.

 And there's something to this thing of having breakfast under the trees and sky.  I encourage it whenever possible.

"I fights to the finish...

For those who aren't getting this reference:

"...when I eats my spinach!"

From the theme song sung by none other than that inimitable cartoon character, Popeye the Sailorman.

I've always been a fan of that Greek diner staple, the spinach omelet .  I'm not sure why it came to me this late that it would be easy to make at home, but it has and it has now been elevated to a passion.

Spinach, garlic, eggs, sliced tomatoes, hot black tea.

NYC b'fast

Spelt toast from Pain Quotidien, black tea, tomato salad (lemon, olive oil, salt, pepper) - and eggs with KALE!  The kale was a revelation, wonderful flavor and texture.  Inasmuch as I was a guest it was nice to prepare something healthy and delicious for my apartment mates.

Inspiration

Health is important and I haven't had a very good version of it so my acupuncturist has finally twisted my arm and is making me go on this sort of cleanse diet.  Truth is he is very kind and sweet and would never twist my arm and in fact this cleanse turns out not to be one of those mean and painful ones but rather this kind of fabulous one.  So yesterday I find myself at the unbelievably beautiful Carrboro farmer's market.  Which maybe I'll document and share some pictures because it really is glorious.  So here we have this stunning thing I figured out to make.  Sauted garlic greens and zucchini (local! magnificent!) with one egg - done with just a bit of olive oil.  Salt.  Pepper.  A pinch of red pepper flakes.  Tumeric.  Sprinkled with some freshly ground flax seed.  Hot black tea (yes I'm away from coffee for a while, but this beautiful organic black tea is really good).  Outside in green garden.  I'm already feeling better.

Basics are good

Two fried eggs, course ground pink Himalayan salt, cracked pepper, a chunk of sourdough farmer's bread, apricot preserve, salted butter.  Hot coffee.  Water.  Candles burning.  Breakfast brings peace.

Nothing wrong with that

I met my friend Sally for breakfast and a walk along Bolin Creek.  We met at our usual spot, Foster's Market in Chapel Hill.  The visit was nice as always, and apparently I had so much to chat about that I didn't finish my scone.  So when I got home, I brewed some fresh coffee, placed the lovely and not-too-sweet lemon poppyseed scone on this vintage blue plate.  Tasty.  And aesthetically pleasing.