Breakfast Experiment

Having made it through two days of Jury Duty in NYC, I have since been in NJ taking care of my post-shoulder-op mother, so I'm a little out of the loop. To make things more confusing, we are celebrating Mother's Day tomorrow, rather than last week, so expect some kind of wrap-up on that done in a foreign kitchen. I have been cooking up a storm here (feeding both my parents, ah how the tables have turned) as well as doing the menial daily tasks of laundry, errand running, scolding the patient for removing her sling less than 48 hrs after invasive surgery, and keeping track of at least four medications.

I think I shall need a nurse/caretaker when I get back to the city.

Until then, I leave you with one of my less sane attempts at breakfast making. (I mean really, who eats soft boiled eggs other than characters in English novels from the 1800's?)



For some reason I had soft-boiled eggs on the brain, and decided to try to make them for breakfast.



I will not be having that urge again any time soon.



I served my two soft-boiled eggs (no I won't even bother telling you how I did it because I'm sure it was wrong) on a piece of whole wheat toast with a mesclun salad on the side. I guess that almost qualifies as Brunch, but as I am not especially fond of Brunch, we'll stick with Breakfast.