Baked Eggs -- Two Ways -- a perfect #secondbreakfast

Baked Eggs — Two Ways — a perfect #secondbreakfast

I love baked eggs. Ooooo. Yum. I always eat them for second breakfast. I’m a big morning eater… and in that way, I sort of feel like a hobbit. Speaking of hobbits…

Online dating *can* be fun. I think? So I hear? Honestly…I’ve had better luck meeting the good dudes in real life. (Which is why I’m taking a long, hard break from the other kind.) But for some…online is all they’ve got.

So I guess what I’m saying is…I admire anyone willing to put themselves out there. It isn’t easy being vulnerable. I get that. Even if a good ol’ hook-up is all you’re looking for.

That’s what #thehobbit reminded me of — the fear involved with getting back out there.

For #thehobbit it was particularly scary because he hadn’t had a girlfriend in seven years (or even hooked up with anyone, he told me — good lord) and when he did have that gf it was only for four months. Sigh. (Before that it was a four-month relationship, four years prior. Double sigh.) So obviously, this wasn’t easy for him. And at the time, I was a bit shocked to hear about his large gaps in dating, but I feel more compassion, now that time has passed.

It’s EASY to feel compassion (later) when you’re not forced into a date with someone who looks/behaves/talks nothing like you were expecting and you have to sit through no matter what, though you’ve been done your chicken wings for ages, and he’s eating the rest of his (which are yours). Isn’t that why you even go on chicken wing dates, even when you’re a nutritionist? So you can get out at a speedy rate, if necessary? Like the night time version of going for coffee?

#mostboringdateever #pleaseshootme

Baked Hippy Bacon Eggs

Baked Hippy Bacon Eggs

Baked Veggie Eggs

Baked Veggie Eggs

Yeah, I don’t know…online dating is tricky. He also told me his last gf tried to cut off his penis while he was sleeping. He spoke of it in such a nonchalant way. Like it was a thing that happened all the time. Like he was telling me about a ballgame or a new restaurant. A bit of excitement. His eyes wide. But pretending he doesn’t really care, and his expression otherwise meh.

I kept looking under the table at his feet — to see if there was hair sticking out.

Before he arrived (an hour late), I ordered a Bloody Caesar, because I was starving and it feels like a food + a cocktail to me. “One shot of vodka instead of two — because I’m meeting someone for the first time.”

When he DID arrive he only wanted to SHARE a plate of wings. (What? Share? Wtf, I want my own. Oh well.)

The best part came at the end (because I was finally-actually getting the hell out of there).

He went off to the loo. The server came scuffling over. “Are you okay? We’ll all been watching you. Wondering if we should come over and save you. You poor thing. Next time, give us some sort of signal.” hahahaha. Even the servers could tell I was bored as hell.

So she brought me the bill. He sat back down. I asked if we should split it. Or if I should just get it. He slides it over, take a peak and say: “Oh wow. It’s not very much. You go ahead and get it.” hahahahahaha. That made me crack up out loud. But I paid.

He went in for a hug, which I didn’t give him. Says he’ll send me some music, because he’s apparently a musician. “Married to his music?” Yeah…right… And off I go in the OPPOSITE direction of my house, in case he’s a serial killer, and not a hobbit after all.

#secondbreakfast #hobbitfood #thehobbit

#secondbreakfast #hobbitfood #thehobbit

Hobbits have enormous appetites, I’m aware. This guy did not. He wanted to share my wings AND he ate slower than any human being has ever done with wings, in the history of the world. (Like, dude…they’re chicken wings. Chop chop!!) But that doesn’t mean he wasn’t a hobbit. And that does mean he likely eats #secondbreakfast

This breakfast is one of my faves. It’s the perfect “later” breakfast. Post coffee/overnight oats breakfast. I also love sending them as #breakfastforlunch with my kids to school.

Baked Eggs x 2 Ways = #secondbreakfast #hobbitfood

This dish makes 6 portions. Therefore, you’ll need 6 ramekins or 6 muffin cups. 

Baked Hippy Bacon Eggs
  • 6 eggs
  • 6 pieces of hippy bacon (naturally raised)
  • 6 Tbsp cream or melted ghee
  • sea salt and pepper
  • chili flakes, optional
  • fresh herbs, for serving
  • shaved parmesan, for serving (optional)
Baked Veggie Eggs
  • 6 eggs
  • 1/2 leek, sliced thin (or sub green onions)
  • 1/2 zucchini, sliced thin
  • handful baby spinach
  • 6 Tbsp cream or melted ghee (learn more about ghee from my beautiful friend, Susan of Food, Sleep and Sex — we use it to cook with on the Spring Community Dump)
  • sea salt and pepper
  • fresh herbs, for serving

Preheat oven to 350 F. Place a small rack in a large glass or ceramic lasagna-style pan. Fill with an inch of water. Alternatively, you can place the ramekins inside the pan with about an inch of water riding up the sides. As long as there is moisture inside the oven, that’s the key.

Oil silicone muffin dividers OR ramekins, and place on the rack.

Slice bacon in half and place, criss-cross on the bottom of muffin liner. Alternatively, for Veggie version, saute leeks and zucchini in a bit of ghee, add spinach until wilted, and line muffin liners with veggies instead of bacon.

Crack egg into the centre of each and pour 1 Tbsp cream or melted ghee over each egg. Sprinkle with a pinch of sea salt and fresh ground pepper. Add a pinch of (optional) chili flakes.

Bake 15 to 20 minutes, until egg white is cooked but yolk is preferably *runny. (Or cook to desired doneness.) Sprinkle with fresh herbs and grated parmesan, if desired.

*NOTE: Cooking at high temperatures denatures or destroys the lecithin found in egg yolk (needed to reduce bad cholesterol). Therefore, a runny yolk is more beneficial than a fully cooked one.

If you want to pack this for a lunch, cool completely before adding.

P.S. Don’t worry…my hippy chicken wings recipe will come from another online dating adventure — because USUALLY it’s the perfect first date food — I swear. (So intimate.) 

Second Breakfast OR Breakfast For Lunch

Second-Breakfast OR Breakfast-For-Lunch