Brilliant idea to go stay in East Lansing, Michigan this weekend with Lindsay's sister (Hilary). The events (thus far) have included meeting the world's largest dog (Diesel, a 140lb great dane),a wonderful Girlyman show (where I was once again so happy to see Ty AND she remembered my name), lots of fire building in the fireplace, a brief tour of the Michigan State campus, lots of shopping(including a fantastic new pair of Keen's for me!), and a breakfast made caveman style.
Caveman style breakfast?? What does that mean, you ask? Did you hunt a rabbit, skin it, then cook it over an open flame?
NO. THIS WAS WAAAAY WORSE. :)
Sidenote: Lindsay and I have a Sunday morning ritual, providing I am not at work, where we make the best best eggs ever; Sunday Morning Eggs. They are fairly labor intensive considering they contain many veggies.
Sooooo....we purchased the ingredients last night when we got here, making sure to ask if Hilary had each and every staple item we needed (i.e. eggs, butter...not margarine, salt, pepper, veggies, a pan). We did this only because Hilary is a college student, still living the pretty simple life.
Anyhow.....so this morning comes. We wake up, talk for a little bit, build another fire, and then realize we are so hungry we could eat a hippo. That's my cue...I'll start cooking now, thanks.
So I start rummaging around in the kitchen looking for a pan, a cutting board and a knife...only to discover that two of these items aren't available: the knife and the cutting board. HOLY CRAP! Is what I was thinking. How can someone have a kitchen without a knife and a cutting board? I mean, you might as well just install a hot tub where the kitchen once was if you don't have a KNIFE and a CUTTING BOARD.
GEESH.
Anyhow, we made due with what was here. Let me tell ya though, chopping bell peppers, onions, and garlic with a butter knife and pizza cutter on a slippery ceramic plate is not something I ever want to do again. Here is a little glimpse of the madness...
Me looking a little freaked out by this beast of a dog.
Excited and nervous to be talking to Ty, again. Did I mention she knows my name? Lindsay and Hilary got ROASTED by Ty. She looked at me and said "Angie, right???" HAAAA!! They didn't believe me. Little do they know...
You want me to do what??? Okay...I'll give it a shot. (Props to Lindsay for helping out!)
Speaking of helping...someone else was willing to lend a paw.
Here's the finished product!!!
Caveman style breakfast?? What does that mean, you ask? Did you hunt a rabbit, skin it, then cook it over an open flame?
NO. THIS WAS WAAAAY WORSE. :)
Sidenote: Lindsay and I have a Sunday morning ritual, providing I am not at work, where we make the best best eggs ever; Sunday Morning Eggs. They are fairly labor intensive considering they contain many veggies.
Sooooo....we purchased the ingredients last night when we got here, making sure to ask if Hilary had each and every staple item we needed (i.e. eggs, butter...not margarine, salt, pepper, veggies, a pan). We did this only because Hilary is a college student, still living the pretty simple life.
Anyhow.....so this morning comes. We wake up, talk for a little bit, build another fire, and then realize we are so hungry we could eat a hippo. That's my cue...I'll start cooking now, thanks.
So I start rummaging around in the kitchen looking for a pan, a cutting board and a knife...only to discover that two of these items aren't available: the knife and the cutting board. HOLY CRAP! Is what I was thinking. How can someone have a kitchen without a knife and a cutting board? I mean, you might as well just install a hot tub where the kitchen once was if you don't have a KNIFE and a CUTTING BOARD.
GEESH.
Anyhow, we made due with what was here. Let me tell ya though, chopping bell peppers, onions, and garlic with a butter knife and pizza cutter on a slippery ceramic plate is not something I ever want to do again. Here is a little glimpse of the madness...
Me looking a little freaked out by this beast of a dog.
Excited and nervous to be talking to Ty, again. Did I mention she knows my name? Lindsay and Hilary got ROASTED by Ty. She looked at me and said "Angie, right???" HAAAA!! They didn't believe me. Little do they know...
You want me to do what??? Okay...I'll give it a shot. (Props to Lindsay for helping out!)
Speaking of helping...someone else was willing to lend a paw.
Here's the finished product!!!
Good job cooking like a caveman babe! It was so delicious! And yes you roasted us. I almost fainted when she said your name.
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