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Breakfast Out With Friends

Were we live now, there isn’t much of a restaurant scene.  What we do have is a small place here in our community that is owned and operated by the Home Owners Asociation.  Recently, the Board of Directors finished what I felt was a pricey renovation to the entire clubhouse.  It’s nice and we have not gone to try out the new “Grill”.  When a couple of friends asked if we’d like to join them for breakfast, we figured that would be a perfect opportunity to check it all out.

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My handsome husband ordered the Eggs Benedict, sauce on the side please and for myself, the Corned Beef Hash.  Not bad, although my husband’s Canadian Bacon was a little on the crisp side, but tasty with the fresh fruit, coffee and OJ.  Not in the picture of my plate of Hash, was raisin toast, yummy.

Corned Beef Hash

Maybe we’ll go back and try lunch as well as dinner.  It’s nice that they’re open 7 days a week and have a full service bar in a lovely lounge area.  The jury’s still out.

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BACON, BACON, BACON, BACON!

Love it! Can’t get enough of it! GIMME!

Not so long ago, our two nephews came to visit during their Spring Break. Jack, the younger of the boys, asked me when we picked them up at the airport, “so Aunt Doni, I hear you’re a good cook. Is that true?” Well, Jack, this one’s for you.

The first morning’s menu was BACON! I made two trays of that glorious meat and it was gone in a flash. I had been thinking that we’d make sandwiches with the leftovers, yeah right!

A few days ago, I was on the phone with the boys Mom and she said that she got a great compliment on her bacon from Jack, “Mom that was Aunt-Doni-worthy bacon.”

 

 

I’m Getting Ready!

I took my Mother grocery shopping the other day, and you know how I like to shop… I LOOK at stuff. Mom, well, she has her list and goes up and down the aisle like a drill sergeant; not paying any attention to anything but what she knows and needs. When I pulled out my camera and started to take photos of stuff that I WISH  we could eat, she was all… “what are you DOING!” (sssshhhh, I haven’t told her that I have this blog) I told her that I was taking pictures of stuff that I am putting on the list.

Mom: “what list?”

Me: the list of things that we’ll have once we’re off of our diet, I mean different way of looking at food

Mom: “oh, that’s nice dear”

Well, she buys EVERYTHING that I wanted and said, “I’ll try it and let you know how it is”.

Thanks Mom.

Sometimes You Just Want Breakfast

That’s right. I love breakfast foods, anytime, any meal, my husband, not so much. He feels that one must eat breakfast before 10 o’clock in the morning. BUT, if you sell him on having Italian for dinner, he’s in, all in.

I was watching one of my recorded food programs on the DVR the other night and Lidia Bastianich made frittata three different ways. The smart gal that I am, I figure DH would eat that for dinner, right? This dish can take on any twist or turn that you can think of, or leftovers you might have in your ‘fridge. I had some leftover chicken Italian sausage, roasted sweet red peppers, mushrooms with garlic and one stray green onion. (SSSHHHH, don’t tell my husband, but I also had some ricotta cheese left over and threw that in too).

Once again, this one is not really a recipe, but I would say more of technique.

Depending upon the size of your pan and the number of folks you want to feed is how many eggs you want to use. For the two of use, I use 6-8 eggs, whisked together with some S&P in a large bowl and a 10 inch non-stick-oven-proof skillet with some olive oil heated on the bottom over medium heat. Pour in the eggs and put in whatever ‘goodies’  you like. I just plopped the cheese in a teaspoonful at a time randomly in the eggs mixture. Let this all cook, undisturbed until the eggs are about halfway set, but keep an eagle eye on the bottom so as not to scorch. Sprinkle some grated parmesan cheese (SSSHHHH) over the top and pop the pan into a preheated oven at 350⁰ and bake `til just set and the top browns, about 5 minutes, maybe, it depends on how thick your mixture is. Don’t overcook it though, give it a jiggle to see, because you don’t want a rubbery, nasty hunk of yuk. Carefully slide the beauty onto a plate and slice.

No, we didn't eat this all in one sitting!

No, we didn’t eat this all in one sitting!

Isn’t that a looker?  Serve warm or at room temperature. This makes a very nice breakfast, brunch, lunch or dinner selection. Pair with what you like, a green salad, toast, fruit, the sky’s the limit, and you might have leftovers again, or not…

 

Last Day!

Yesterday was the last day that DH and I could eat whatever we wanted, well, within reason of course.

We started out our day with BACON and eggs with a slice of Italian bread as toast and a small bowl of strawberries. I only had 4 slices of BACON  left in the `fridge, so I figured that it wasn’t worth heating up the oven just for that measly amount, so I put them on some paper towels and into the micro for a few minutes, perfect! After a quick wash up, off we went to run errands. We had to wait for a bit for some paint that we needed to be mixed, so what does my smart and handsome husband see but Luke’s Italian Beef a few doors down.

We had eaten here once before, when we first moved to the mainland from Hawaii. We ordered an Italian Beef and an Italian Sub. This shop serves up Chicago-style Italian Beef, different from what I’ve had in Pennsylvania, where DH is from. Even the hot peppers are different, VERY HOT, so I asked for them on the side. The sub was on a nice roll, not the Amoroso rolls from Phillie, but good.

For dinner, we just had a mixed plate of all of the leftovers from the past few days. I figure, we might as well finish this stuff off, we want having anything white again for a while.

Escaping The Heat

Living in the middle of the desert, you try to find ways to truly escape the heat when the mercury starts to rise beyond your comfort level. My husband and I are very fortunate to have good friends that we have known forever that live up North from us, in the high, cool desert of Prescott Arizona, the states territorial capitol. Sitting at some points over 5000 feet above sea level, with oodles of beautiful pines, it’s so much cooler than my hot kitchen, plus I don’t have to cook when we go here!

The food scene in Prescott has grown with the number of tourist it sees. There are so many different, unique and familiar types of cuisines available. On this trip we went to our two favorite places, Prescott Station on Gurley street in the heart of Prescott and Bonn-Fire, over in Chino Valley only a five minute drive away.

We started our trek North early, so I knew that we’d have breakfast on the road. AHA!

Spam Musubi

I had Spam Musubi in the deep freeze outside. A few days before we left, I put the little bundles of my joy  in the `fridge to defrost slowly. Then just as we were about to go out the door, I nuked `em to just barely warm and tossed them into a paper sack for the journey.

We met Mister DF at Prescott Station for lunch. Love this place! The menu hits all of the right notes. Whatever you think you might like to eat, they make it, or they’ll try their darndest to make you happy. We like to sit in the bar area, mainly so that the guys can watch the sports and news while they chat, and yes, men chit-chat just as much as women do, don’t let them fool ya’.

Prescott Station White Sangria

We had a different person serving us at the bar this time, Dave we found out is the local bee-keeper and only works at the restaurant seasonally. Shadow afforded us libations and suggests white sangria, WHAT? I’ll try that. They make theirs with their own recipe of Chardonnay, Muscat, pear brandy, triple sec, apple, peach and pear nectars, YUM-O-LICIOUS! It was so refreshing, and had to grab a hold of myself and not chug it down.

Prescott Station Ahi Salad

DH had the Ahi Salad Oriental with wasabi soy vinaigrette, the large size please.

Prescott Station Shrimo Taco Plate

Both Mister DF and I had the single shrimp taco plate, served with our choice of refried black beans and Mexican rice (which I actually ate, it was very good). The shrimp taco is grilled with Sonoran spices, topped with shredded cabbage, pico de gallo and papaya-mango aioli, that I requested they swap out for the smoked jalapeño aioli, very good!

After lunch, we went to check into our hotel, but our room wasn’t ready yet, so we cruised on over to the Court House were they had a bunch of vendors selling all kinds of goodies. As the heat of the day increased, we found ourselves at Frozen Frannie’s.  We had been there not so long ago with our nephews and really enjoyed it. Love this kind of frozen yogurt shop, serve yourselves, get it weighed and pay by the ounce, perfect on a hot day.

Once we got all settled in to the hotel, we moseyed on over to our friend’s home for a cocktail and then headed out for dinner.

Bonn-Fire in Chico Valley Arizona

Bonn-Fire in Chino Valley is wonderful. And HEH! Guy Fieri, we all sent the Triple D emails saying how you should check out this joint, DON’T!   We don’t want the world coming in, we had a heck of a time this past weekend getting a table! It was just as delicious as ever. We topped off our meals by sharing a piece of Carrot Cake, Oh My GAWD GOOD! As Missus DF said, it has visible vegetables in it; it can’t be bad, right?

Okay! Sunday Brunch, my favorite, especially back at Prescott Station.

As DH and I drove South, back towards the middle of the desert, we both commented on how odd we thought it was that we live in the “Big City” and yet inky-dinky Prescott was it ALL over us for places to eat.

Another Check Off The Bucket List

 

MAN, let me tell you! That was the best way to kick off Summer! My wonderful husband got us tickets WAY back in December of last year through American Express pre-sales for, wait for it, Fleetwood Mac, Live, in Concert at the US Airways Center in Phoenix last night!

I was SO excited! We made a mini-vaca out of it and spent the night, you know, we did it up right.

We left early-ish and stopped at Babbo Italian Eatery (sorry no pics, I was just plain too excited) and had a scrumptious late lunch of Spaghetti and Meatballs for DH and Chicken limone for me. We shared appetizer of Mushrooms and Asparagus with loads of garlic and shaved parm, delizioso.

We proceeded to the Hyatt Regency in Downtown Phoenix to relax for a bit. Then we went out for a pre-concert drink at the Network Bar & Grill within the hotel and up the block to the venue.

The group was stylishly late (about 20 minutes), but I’m sure that was because Stevie had to make certain she looked stunning and she did! Do you know old she is? She just celebrated her 65th birthday a few days ago, beautiful! Us old, I mean mature gals ROCK IT BABY!

Fleetwood Mac Live in Concert at the US Airways Center

DH got us fabulous seats, the only problem as that there was a group of younger folk (maybe in their 40’s) who decided to stand and dance along to each song; I’m just to dang too old to do that anymore. Most people around us felt the same way and remained seated. I was surprised that as we walked out after the almost THREE HOUR LONG SHOW with NO intermission, we could still hear. Lindsey was on FIRE!! What a concert, DH said that he felt that was better than any other show he’d seen, and we’ve seen a lot, so coming from him that is high praise indeed.

Home again, home again, jiggity jig. We had a bountiful buffet breakfast at the Terrace Café in the hotel and made our way home.

Thank you again my dearest husband!