A weird little breakfast I made for myself (to my tastes) last weekend:
Sage sausage, fried till quite well done (I really don’t care for murkily grey sausage), plus two eggs, fried over hard with the last of the preceding week’s guacamole, some hashbrowns absolutely doused in cheese and green onions, and a from-a-can buttermilk biscuit.
Meh, I get my breakfast preferences for stuff aren’t much like y’all’s in general, but it makes me happy :)
Later, I made some panang curry with chicken, carrots, green beans, onions, and crushed peanuts, served over jasmine rice:
Nothing too fancy, but it was a good quick meal I could make for my gf and I during a very, very busy week.
Last night, I finally got the chance to dig into some real-ass cookin’, though:
Dry-brined some thinly sliced chicken breasts with salt, brown sugar, and baking powder, then dunked into very seasoned flour (tons of salt, paprika, cayenne, garlic powder, onion powder, and Italian seasoning), then into a buttermilk-bourbon-hot sauce-egg mixture (a little of which I then mixed into the flour to make it crumbly), then back into the flour. Chilled for 15m, then deep fried, along with some from-the-freezer crinkle fries and corn (doused in butter, garlic, and black pepper).
The sauce is from Bon Appetit, a mixture of homemade mayonnaise (omfg the Serious Eats/Food Wishes “immersion blender in a jar” method is so easy), garlic, chives, celery seed, lemon, and salt that’s extremely delicious, plus some butter-fried French bread, sliced iceberg, and tomatoes.
All in all, it was a pretty fuckin’ good supper.