So we spent the last week at the ranch, hubby, the boys plus one of their friends and me. It was a nice time of relaxing and enjoying each other. Which really is sort of a feat since, for all practical purposes, it's a one-room camphouse.
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| You should have seen the steam rolling off the water a few hours earlier. |
I spent most of my time writing and cooking, two of the things I love most.
Hubby wasn't exactly thrilled with the weather, though. Temps stayed in the low to mid forties and it was rainy and drizzly much of the time.
"I don't like cold, " he said. "I don't like wet. And I especially don't like cold and wet."
Ah, the poor fella. Almost sixty-five years old and he doesn't know how to dress for the cold.
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| Rainy weather means full tanks. |
But mama's got to take care of her men, so I made sure to send them off with a good breakfast. Something that'd really stick to their ribs and warm their tummies.
Something like breakfast burritos.
These are so easy to make. You can even prepare everything ahead of time and assemble later.
First thing you want to do is brown a pound of your favorite breakfast sausage.
Regular or hot, whatever you please.
I like to throw in some onion, bell pepper and jalapeno.
Once the meat is cooked, drain and return pan to the heat.
Now, mix together 8-10 eggs, a little bit of milk, salt, pepper and whatever seasonings you like and add to the sausage.
(Can you tell there's no exact science to this?)
Cook over medium to medium-high heat until eggs are set.
Remove from heat. Spoon into tortillas of your choice (usually flour), add some cheese, salsa, whatever you like, and roll, tucking in the sides.
Goober me accidentally picked up the fajita-size tortillas, so we had lots of mini-breakfast burritos.
Normally, you would use the burrito size tortillas.
(For those of you asking, yes, they do make different size tortillas for different purposes.)
And as you can see, by the time my men were done, there was only one burrito left for me.
Of course, that was all I needed.
Now that my boys are getting older, they can take care of lots of things for us.
Like building the bonfire on New Year's Eve.
All I had to do was show up--loaded for bear.
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