Monday, May 24, 2010

Bribery with Breakfast Pizza

The stars must have been in optimal alignment last weekend when Mr. Incredible willingly agreed to take me shopping. Shopping for floor to ceiling bookshelves. An hour and a half away. At IKEA. Knowing full well that I would take my sweet little time exploring every inch of that 300,000 square foot warehouse with genuine childlike wonderment. Those of you who personally know Mr. Incredible understand that his willingness to shop is the equivalent to an annular eclipse...a rare occurrence happening only once every 241 years (yes, that's an exaggeration).

How did I get him to do it you ask? It may have been my flirtatious chin down, look up, bat the eyelashes and smile coyly technique.  No joke, it works. The research has been done. Do Gentlemen Really Prefer Blondes by Jena Pincott. Check out Chapter 6 "What's the strongest signal you can use to get someone's attention?" It could also have been my smile technique combined with a little breakfast pizza. I'm pretty sure it was. It's a killer combination.

The great things about breakfast pizza are (if you have leftover pizza dough on hand...if not, here's the recipe I use) it's fast to put together and it doesn't take long to bake. So you can have that pie in your belly in under 20 minutes. Here's what you do...

Preheat your oven to 500 degrees (you can use a pizza stone or a regular oiled pizza pan). Roll out your dough. (Click here for recipe) Top it with cheese, bacon pieces, and green onions. Crack a few eggs on top. Sprinkle with salt and pepper. Bake until cheese is melted and eggs are cooked to your liking.

Slice it up.


Saturday, May 15, 2010

Breakfast brioche and eggs

Good morning sunshine! How are you today? I'm sorry, did I hear you say that you have some brioche leftover from the last baking venture? You have way more self discipline than I do. Those plump little suckers were demolished in a couple days in this home. And there are only two of us. (I'll let my butt and my skinny jeans battle that one out later). In the mood for something savory? Well, if I had a couple brioche leftover this is what I'd do...

Preheat the oven to 350. Put a couple (or more) brioche on a baking sheet.

Off with their heads!!!

Drizzle with olive oil. Sprinkle with salt and pepper.

Crack an egg into the cavity. They're watching you...

Bake until egg is set to your liking.

Dig in!

Monday, May 10, 2010

It's about the pretty. It's about the brioche!

Aren't they exquisite? These aprons make me swoon! (For the men out there, it's completely acceptable to let out a gasp of excitement. It's even more acceptable to want one in your size). They are handmade with love by Boojiboo from The quality is excellent and as you can see from the photos (taken by Boojiboo) the detailing is lovely. 

The yellow bird one is my favorite <3. Perfect for baking lemon bars or mixing a martini. I would host a dinner party for 30 just to show off that gorgeous red and black apron. Who cares if the cake falls (see Strawberry Cream Cake post) or the roast is deemed inedible, you are looking and feeling mighty fine in that apron! So get one already. You totally should.

Super cute apron...check! Now, let's bake some bread. If I were bread I would want to be something small, cute and pretty. Wait...small, cute, pretty and with substance (no airheads please). I would also want to have a shape with character to catch the eye of a passerby who couldn't help but take me home to toast and butter up. (This is getting to be a strange sounding post...hang in there). Yes, if I were bread I would be brioche!

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Birthday bones

10 months ago Mr. Incredible and I brought home an angelic faced 8 week old Welsh Corgi whom we named Yoshi. In those 10 months, our little angel has torn through 3 pet beds, demolished dozens of innocent stuffed animals, picked the fibers off 3 square feet of carpeting, grazed upon the leaves of our house plants scattering the half eaten remnants all over the floor, chewed through 4 pairs of shoes and the cord of my favorite lamp, plucked all the leaves off 6 rose bushes then used the branches as toothpicks, used the legs of my 90 year old piano as a gnawing post...

Aw...look at that face. With a mug like that, how could you stay mad at the guy? You can't. A stern, "No Yoshi!" (in one ear and out the other) is all I have the heart to do before he gives me the "I'm sorry" look.  By then, it's all over and I'm baking him doggie bones. [sigh]. Disciplining is not my strong suit, but lucky for him baking is! So in honor of my little ruffian's 1st birthday I made him peanut butter bones. Yummers!