Breakfast In Bruxelles

Today I was bored at the prospect of what Spanish speakers call desayuno, because I crave variety, and am cursed with hating meat.

Even eggs can be gross to me most of the time, but I managed to pull something good out of my culinary habit.

As a guy who loves to cook, I was trained by my mom to use disparate items to assemble something sometimes decent.

I was recently faced with a similar dilemma when a bag of delectable Brussels sprouts was plunked before me.

How to make them tasty? I recalled a recipe I’d unexpectedly enjoyed of late, and attempted to recreate it.

This morning, face to face with best option of repeated egg and toast, I hit upon a potential solution to the problem of desayuno.

Dicing up the Caramelized Garlic Brussels Sprouts, I chopped a thick slice of Tillamook Cheddar.

Olive oiling a pan over low heat, I sautéed the mix. Scrambling in a large egg, as two small heelish toasts made good, desayuno was on its way.

Pouring a glass of orange juice and a glass tea (no of), I’m a heavy drinker, I shut down the cooktop, plated my feast, and had at it.

I got to hear a good message from the book of James that morning, and while the rest of my day tanked, no one could steal my desayuno or that message.