So, tonight I couldn't think of what to make. I looked for the main dish ingredients in the freezers (we have two fridges) and found pork ribs, chicken breasts, chicken thighs, and bacon. You guessed it! I chose bacon (and the eggs from the fridge).
In addition to that, I thought of pancakes so as to do an all out
yummilicious breakfast. I recruited my lovely sister to help with the cooking. She chose the pancakes, so that left the bacon and eggs to me.
The bacon was hard as a rock - frozen. So, I had to defrost it. While that was going on, I cracked about eight or nine eggs into a large salad bowl. Once I finished with the eggs, I poured an unknown amount of milk into the bowl. My sis was working on the pancakes, therefore she had the whisk. I broke out the silverware drawer and got a fork. I headed back to the bowl of eggs and started to "whisk them up." I soon found that the bowl was far too small, because all the fluids were getting all over the stove. Upon hearing the news that my father was around the corner, I decided to just pour them into a empty clean pot that was sitting there just for me.
Ok, back to the bacon. The microwave beeped. They were still in the plastic, so I took the cooking scissors and cut them in half. Yeah, well, that didn't turn out all that good. Bacon grease ran down the front of one of my favorite shirts - "I 'heart' 'Command' Z" (In the style like "I 'heart' NY") (It's a graphic designer's thing). Anyways, I hope the Dawn I put on it cleans it up - yes Dawn the dish cleaner. Takes the grease right out - no joke. I cooked some bacon burnt and some not - purposely for those who liked it their way. Bacon's down. On to the next.
I poured the eggs into the skillet (a big one). It took a while for them to start cooking and solidifying. I started to think maybe that unknown amount of milk was a too much amount of milk. Well, they cooked fine. I went to put them in a bowl and found soon after that you can't hold the skillet with one hand. So, the dogs got some "breakfast" as well - only a
lil bit. : )
My
sista did her thing with the pancakes and they were nice and fluffy. She thought they were burnt, but I thought they were fantastic! Even if they were burnt, I told her that that's how we learn to cook. We won't do whatever we did the next time.
Mom and Dad loved it. "That was SO good." It makes it all worth while.
God Bless!