Even as I’m typing this, I’m savoring my last heart-attack brekkie (as they’d say in Australia) of matzo brei.
Yes, I know it’s not even Passover yet, and we’ve noshed our way through several boxes of Yehuda matzo — the best. (Like it so much, I’m tempted to take the factory tour.)
Try it with a very unorthodox match: luscious Vermont butter (once again, my kosher grandma would have been plotzing over my eating habits) and fried onions for the ultimate in gluttony.
I would have taken a picture, but the end result wasn’t exactly what you’d see on Gourmet’s site. (Gourmand, maybe.)
Yeah, not great in the looks department. But filled with what my sista and I call “like-ya-like” ingredients.
As in, comforting. In general, too much butter, sugar, chocolate, whatever. That’s my problem. I don’t do well in the just a little taste department. It’s often all or nothing with me.
Anyway, Ginger liked what was glued to the pan.
Which I’ve gotta clean and then get going. Got a million last-minute things to do before leaving tomorrow for the Biggest Loser (Fat Farm) Resort in Malibu. Butterflies fighting for room in my too-full gut.
Whose idea was this, anyway? Oh, that’s right: Mine. Must start getting in shape for spring.
Catch ya later.