Guys, I’m exhausted. Fortunately, things are slowing down. And I’m pumping sugar into my face to keep this shambling body rolling.
Tomorrow I’m gonna go get a donut. And make cracked out easter baskets for my lady friends. Things’ll be peachy! And when folks aren’t looking, I’ll drink a lot of tea and chug potato soup.
‘Cause I’m sick again! Woo!
I earned this sick though. I didn’t sleep proper and I stayed on my feet for way too many hours and collected all of the cooties the world had to offer me.
It was worth it.
‘Cause I got a lot of free pencils. And those scraps of kindling sure do pay the rent.
Guess what’s next, you crazy kids.
I’m gonna see his face. No biggie.**
I need to be in fighting shape when I gaze upon his anxiety ridden, Anne Frank boner having self.
Between soup chuggings I’ll be eating serious comfort food. ‘Cause when I’m shy of the level of sick that makes my body reject anything but broth***, I want hot, solid, starchy food. Gotta get through the winter… spring… hard times…?
Is anyone else singing the Good Times theme song? No? Lame.
Hangin’ in a chow line!
Soft fried egg.
Now this is a rough outline of a recipe. You can do whatever you want with it as long as you make grits. You don’t have to fry garlic in olive oil and butter before pouring water into the pan and setting it to boiling. You don’t need the cayenne or the paprika and you certainly don’t need the creamy goat cheese or half and half. But you need to eat grits. Boiled plain with a pat of butter and a sprinkle of brown sugar**** or with butter and pepper and a swirl of cheddar cheese melting into what I’m sure will be all I eat when my teeth go.
… And now I want grits. I’m gonna go up a pants size convincing you stragglers to come around.
This rough recipe I started to tell you about begins with bacon. As it should. Make as much as you want! Have a party!
If you live across the way from one of these…
Sautee a couple of leeks in a little bacon grease. Stop and remove from pan when they’re awesomely caramelized.
In a pot, sautee a clove of garlic (per serving of grits. Read the box. It has wisdom) until golden, add water, bring to a boil and cook grits according to box instructions.
In the bacon-y pan, cook some mustard greens. (Hot pan, fat of some kind, chopped greens, stir, season, add a couple tbsps water, cover and steam for about a minute, remove lid, add lemon juice and be surprised at how bitter mustard greens can be… speaking of which just about any other green would be awesome and less abrasive.)
Start frying your egg and if your grits have thickened up too much (and they probably will) thin them out with a bit of water or cream while heating and stirring.
Add cayenne, paprika, salt, pepper and a hunk of goat cheese to the grits if you’re into that fancy stuff.
Layer a bowl with grits on the bottom, bacon on top, awesome stuff in the middle and greens on the side, just to be safe.
Eat this with a runny yolk. Like someone who’s totally unafraid of that kinda risky business.
Go ahead and make an absurd amount of grits. They solidify in a terrifying way when cooled which means you can cut out chunks and fry them up for crispy awesomeness once you’re hungry again. You won’t regret it. Unless you have a small stomach. In which case, I’m sorry and we can work on this together. And by ‘we’ I mean you and grits. They get it done did.
*I’m sorry Grits, you deserve better.
**I lied. It’s a biggie.*****
***Heh. Butt broth.
****If cream of wheat had balls, it might be close to this.
Oh boy. Um. It’s a lot better than I just made it sound.