Breakfast, Sunday September 29, 2019, brunch with friend: veggie omelette (onion, mushroom, poblano, jalapeno, salsa, cheddar); potatoes; bacon;
fruit and yogurt.
I have a friend, call him J_, who I frequently meet for breakfast. Honestly it is more like, J_ picks me up and takes me to the place where we get breakfast, but let's not quibble. He likes breakfast but is in one of those no breakfast households. Nobody else cares and he is not motivated enough to make his own. (That's a whole other thing there.) The result is he likes to get breakfast out. Before I moved here he used to go to a diner not far from my house pretty regularly. So I started going with him. It's typical diner fare. Biscuits need some work, but the waffles are just great. They put just a hint of vanilla in the batter. Nice touch.
Now since I am no stranger to breakfast, Alexis works every other Sunday, and the diner is closed on Sundays. . . wait for it. . . J_ frequently comes over for Sunday brunch. His favorite breakfast entree is eggs benedict. Now I am quite capable of whipping up hollandaise, (Chef Child's method is practically foolproof BTW) but that is just going above and beyond as far as I'm concerned.
His second favorite is an omelette, western or westernish, with salsa.
