Happy Mother's Day! (And don't forget le petit déjeuner!)

I highly doubt that the intended audience of this post are mothers, given that almost all the people who will read this blog are of a like age and are highly educated (so I hope). However, given that today is indeed Mother's Day, you should all go and wish ton chère maman a very good Mother's Day, if not make them Fruity French Toast aux Fraises. (With strawberries, not butter or raspberries. Or cheese.) (I can't make it because, as it turns out, nous n'avons pas du lait du tout. Which means no Earl Grey, either.)

 

Right, so I'm still posting this from Gmail (parce que je n'ai pas de accès de mon blog).

The link popup looks the same.

And AZERTY keyboards are a pain to type with for extended periods, as the typographical/punctuation keys are ALL MESSED UP.

 

I should probably find something else to make and save the Pain Grillé Français de Fruits aux Fraises for later.

Right...

Potato Rosti[Rôti?] with Smoked Salmon, Egg and Hollandaise looks delicious. The recipie looks complex, but.

I don't like eggs unless they're hardboiled (and I don't care about the sulphur coating), otherwise I might make poached eggs. And no, I don't know why they're called that. They look easy to make. Well, the recipe does, anyway. Ooh, you can put it on brioche. (Brioche looks a lot like the stuff you get in Asian bakeries, like Breadtop. Oh, and "Let them eat cake" was originally "Qu'ils mangent de la brioche". There, you've learnt something today.)

I rue my poor cooking skills, otherwise I might make Bacon, Egg and Feta Tarts. Hmm...

 

Also, by the way, this is not like I'm abandoning feminist ideals and slinking back into the kitchen, as David X. might have it. (Sorry, but you're my Strawman Political, David.) No, this is about playing up to Mother's Day's stereotypes of the children, along with the father, making breakfast. And me wanting a change from chicken pies and chicken instant noodles in incessant rotation (when I make my own food. Therefore, the usual roast pork bun does not count.). [/disclaimer]

 

Back to recipes.

The Bacon, Egg and Balsamic Tomato Baguettes look kinda flat. And we don't really have nice long baguettes. And the convenience store, unlike in Chester
Hill, is not across the road. Which means that I'll have to get changed to buy milk. And walk a fair bit. In either Cons or boots with a moderate heel. Yes, those boots I was wearing on Friday.

Baked Eggs with Croissants and Jam? This might make a nice change from the usual Croissants aux Jambon et Fromage. Hmm...not enough croissants. (Nous avons un croissant. Un croissant.)

I'd make Berry Scrolls, but Mum doesn't believe in ricotta. Hence, no ricotta.

Wait, how does a Bloody Mary count as a breakfast recipe?

 

I wish I lived in a inner-city apartment now. With a café down below.

 

Breakfast bruschetta sounds good, if not for the lack of bocconcini. Or ricotta,

 

Oh, screw it, I might just make myself some Apple & Custard Lattice Puffs from Pampas for breakfast. At least it's a change from Woolworths' Chicken and Vegetable Pie. And then I might make myself a cup of Lady Grey or Darjeeling. Probably Lady Grey for breakfast.

 

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