Sunday, October 27, 2013

tardy tasty green and local breakfast

Have you eaten here?  Hot Suppa in Portland?  Oh my.  Let's just say I am still thinking about a breakfast we had there months ago.  During the meal, I may have teared up a bit over the deliciousness.  Especially over the lemon ricotta crepe that I did not even order (thank you, dear), but managed to snarf away a good deal of.  And I must tell you, that though fried chicken and a waffle sounds a bit heavy and perhaps even gross for breakfast?  It was not.  It was, sniff, perfect.  Julia's eyes may have rolled back in her head over her enjoyment of the bacon waffles, and Nicholas' waffle with a side of fried green tomatoes had Jonathan and I quoting Fannie Flagg for the rest of the day.  "You're just a bee charmer, Idgie Threadgoode. That's what you are, a bee charmer."

We are breakfast people.  We love a good hearty breakfast.  And with the mornings a bit chillier in the house, before the wood stoves get it warmed up for the day, a big hearty breakfast is especially enjoyed on weekend mornings.  Because part of the joy of a huge breakfast is that one can eat it in their pajamas, and let's admit here that these breakfasts often come at the time when many families would be eating lunch, eating it at home is really the best choice.  

So, this weekend we tried to recreate a bit of the joy of our Hot Suppa breakfast.

We started with our favorite ricotta waffle recipe, and added in bacon and chocolate chips (Elliott's suggestion) to the batter to make it more in league with Hot Suppa.  

If my waffle iron was working correctly, I would show you them cooking.  But it is not, and what was first one side of the iron not working is now neither side really working.  One side requires a good deal of patience.  Frequent checking, it turned out, was not a good idea.  So there were some rather stuck on and unfortunate looking waffles.  But they still tasted delicious.

And, with the frosts that are taking away more and more of our garden each night, I am racing to preserve and save what I can.  Therefore, there is a surprising splash of green on our counters these days of herbs for pestos, cold weather crops still thriving, and...lots and lots of green tomatoes.

We are searching for ways to use them since we do not have much luck ripening them inside when they are still this green.  We are having this for dinner tonight.

But we decided to give the fried green tomatoes a try.  And we are so glad we did.  Most of them never made it to the table.  It was, after all, lunch time.  We used this recipe, just the fried green tomatoes part of it.  The breading was divine.

While we were cooking, Elliott apparently felt we needed a bit of sprucing up and fancy to make it a true restaurant quality experience.  So he placed out linens and then ran about the house collecting items to decorate the table.

I don't really have an explanation for this.  I do know it was nearby on the bench, laid out for a possible Dorothy costume for Julia.  And it somehow got repurposed.  But it made Elliott very happy.

And so, in the light of the noon time sun and in the shadow of a strangely hanging basket, the house slowly warming with the two wood stoves chugging out heat, we devoured this meal.  Affordable, most ingredients local, many from our own property, and all of us in our pajamas, some of them with footies.  The whole plate drizzled with the maple syrup that we harvest here from our own trees.  

At least one of the waffles turned out to be photo worthy.

Breakfast.  At home.

1 comment:

  1. It's been years since I had fried green tomatoes - so yummy - and your's look like they turned out perfectly.


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