Showing posts with label breakfast. Show all posts
Showing posts with label breakfast. Show all posts

Friday, May 24, 2013

Mother's Day Mini-Vacation, No.12 - OK, I know you're wondering about what we ate while in Bend. Today I'll share photos of the best.

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Brother Jon's Public House, Bend, Oregon--Saturday's breakfast. So good we decided to come back here on Sunday morning, too. 

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My breakfast. Here's what it says on their menu:
  • Southern Fried Biscuits and Gravy $8.50 House-made white sausage gravy over Baked Bakery buttermilk biscuits. Served with two fried eggs and choice of side.
Here's what I have to say about my breakfast. Every single bite was perfect. My side, a bowl of fresh berries. About the biscuit, it's a Baked Bakery Buttermilk Biscuit--the bakery, our waiter pointed out, is just up the street. I don't know exactly how they made that biscuit, but I am particularly happy that they did. And that gravy! Oh, my gosh! That's the best sausage gravy I've ever had. Ev-er! I'm pretty sure that there were pieces of link sausage in there, tasty sausage. I like my eggs scrambled dry--these were just right! The breakfast at this establishment is the best breakfast I've had in the Pacific Northwest, other than those I've enjoyed since 2004 at the Bijou Cafe in downtown Portland.  

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Leland's breakfast. He got the special and reported that it was indeed special. His side, O'Brien potatoes. 
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The menu board which lists the special--the one Leland ordered. You can see from this photo that he took with my camera while I was in the restroom that he got a Baked Bakery Buttermilk Biscuit, too.
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Lamont's breakfast, from their online menu:
  • Redwood Scramble $8.50 Three eggs scrambled w/ bacon, spinach, cherry tomatoes and cheddar cheese. Served with choice of side and bread. 
His side, O'Brien potatoes, his bread, the Baked Bakery Buttermilk Biscuit.

Before we left, the three of us made a unanimous decision to return for Sunday morning breakfast. I'll share those photos tomorrow.

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Milton and Kay and I ate breakfast/brunch at the Bijou Cafe on Friday morning.

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Waiting to be seated, Milton and Kay graciously posed for a photo. The Bijou Cafe was Mama's favorite breakfast eatery in Portland and had been since our first visit in June, 2004.

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We were so hungry that it wasn't until we had finished that I realized I had completely forgotten to take photos of our food. Maybe you can get an idea of just how delicious every bite was from looking at these plates? We just might go back there one more time before they leave for home. I hope to take photos before the first bite!

Monday, May 10, 2010

Vacation, Day 10, 10/30/2009, Part 1

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Rise and shine! Or as Mama used to say every single morning while I was in school, "Up and at 'em!" It's breakfast time at Talladega!

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A place for everything and everything in its place. Is that the way that saying goes? Or did I get in backwards?

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Omelet veggies, on the stove for those who want omelets.

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Kay made grits! Perfect grits! The rest of my food filled the bill, too, and really got me ready for another special vacation day.

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Seen in the campground.

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Time to head for the Talladega Super Speedway for the day's activities.

Sunday, March 28, 2010

Vacation, Day 9, 10/29/2009, Part 1

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Sun's rising at Talladega Superspeedway, Thursday morning. You can see how many more rigs are in the campground, and there in the distance between the trees, you can see the grandstand at the racetrack.

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Early morning look at another U-shaped spread at the campground. Halloween, college football rivalry, and Dale Earnhardt, Jr.--looking from right to left.

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Part of a game of some sort at a corner camp site. Looks like they're all set to play, even after dark with that light on the top of the pole.

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The other end of the game.

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The game set-up, in front of a trailer decorated with three racetrack flags--Talladega, Bristol, Lowe's, and one driver flag--Dale Earnhardt, Jr.

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This is the rig just to the other side of Kay and Milton's trailer. I count at least 17 chairs, for a smaller trailer and a pop-up trailer. Wild! Wonder if the ghosts glow in the dark?

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Our omelet makers at work.

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Sausage and ham on the griddle--one side's done.

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Another helper deals with the bacon and the bacon presses on the other griddle.

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Green peppers need quite a bit of preparation--those seeds are the pits!

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You can have ham in your omelet.

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Gotta get those eggs just right before they go into the skillet!

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The bacon's done!

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Cheese on the eggs in the skillet.

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Ham, green pepper and onion, cooking in the other skillet.

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Ah, the important combining-all-ingredients step.

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Close to done, thanks to Milton and his helpers.

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My plate--I had no cheese or green peppers because neither one agrees with me.

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The absolute jewel in the crown of a grand breakfast, Steen’s 100% Pure Cane Syrup! Just looking at the bottle took me back to my childhood, eating biscuits and syrup with my Daddy. Yummy!

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You can certainly see what I mean in this photo--perfection!

Thursday, March 18, 2010

Vacation, Day 8, 10/28/2009, Part 2

Kay's one of those women who accomplish so much in what looks to be an effortless way. I've been in awe of her for years now.

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Kay's breakfast biscuits, yummy. Oh, I need to explain something. When Kay and Milton go to Talladega, usually at least two groups of friends come in their own recreational vehicles which they camp nearby. For years they've shared in bringing the food for their get-together meals. This particular morning one of those people had not yet arrived, having decided not to drive over from Mississippi in the rain on Tuesday. That particular person was in charge of the majority of the breakfast food, although Kay always makes the biscuits so she had those ingredients with her.

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She also had strawberry preserves and a bottle of Roddenbery's Northwood Lite Reduced Calorie Syrup.

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Wing it, that's what we did, eating more of that delicious BBQ beef with the biscuits and jelly or syrup. Tasted great to me!

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Vacation, Day 4, 10/24/2009, Part 1

Sunrise, Saturday morning, from our living area window. It's nice to be back home in Mississippi.
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See what I mean?
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My complimentary breakfast, courtesy of the Embassy Suites, orange juice, biscuits, grits and a made-to-order omlette. Yummy!
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The Chapel of the Cross was one sight I truly wanted to see again. This photo gives all the reasons why, at least the exterior ones.
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From the church's Web site, its history:

The Chapel of the Cross started as the vision of John Johnstone, a man who would never see it built.

Originally conceived as a house of worship for one family and its servants, it was left to Margaret Johnstone to transform her late husband's dream into reality upon his death.

This she did in 1848 - with slave labor, hired artisans, grim determination and three thousand dollars. The bricks, which would ultimately make the Chapel's walls two feet thick, were "river bottom" brick, cast on-site from area clay.

The Chapel of the Cross was consecrated in 1852. Its original parishioners were Margaret Johnstone, her younger daughter Helen, the family of her elder daughter Frances Britton and the servants of the two plantations which housed both families, Annandale and Ingleside - both long-faded in the mists of history.

One particular episode in the earliest years of the chapel was as colorful as its times, and as classically Southern Gothic as any moonlight-and-magnolia novel of romance.

The households of the Johnstone family resounded with joy when Henry Grey Vick, son of the founder of Vicksburg, proposed marriage to Helen. A lavish celebration was planned for the wedding date, which was to fall on Helen's birthday.

The affront that caused the demand for ultimate satisfaction has faded into the mists of history, leaving behind a brutal fact and the birth of a legend. Four days before the wedding, the headstrong Vick met his death on the traditional field of honor, the dueling ground.

Griefstricken beyond consolation, Helen lead a torchlit procession - on the day her wedding was to have taken place - from Annandale Plantation to the chapel in the glade where Vick was laid to rest in the family graveyard.

While Helen would later wed George Harris, who ultimately served as rector of the church on three different occasions, there remain those who say her heart never totally mended from the shock of her fiancée's sudden death.

The historians, as historians are wont to do, claim this happened, and whether it did or not, the legend of "The Bride of Annandale" will remain part of the church for generations to come.

The golden age of plantation life vanished in the volley of cannonfire that launched the War Between the States in 1861. If the ancient aphorism of war being the ultimate irony of peace-loving people is true, perhaps one of the great paradoxes in the church's history is to be found in the fact the original bell, the bell which tolled the death knell for the fallen Henry Vick, was melted down for Confederate ammunition.

The antebellum style of living wasn't the only casualty of the rages of war. The vengeful nature of Reconstruction and widespread post-war poverty took its toll on The Chapel of the Cross as well.

For the next 40 years, The Chapel of the Cross would alternate between being an active church and an abandoned, neglected house of worship until the church was declared extinct by the Diocese of Mississippi shortly after the turn of the century.

The church found new life in 1911, when Margaret Britton Parsons, a granddaughter of John and Margaret Johnstone, persuaded the Episcopal Diocese of Mississippi to reactivate the Chapel as an active house of worship. Since the Chapel's re-consecration, priests have taken charge of the operations of the church.

By the middle 1950s, The Chapel of the Cross was falling prey to the natural ravages of a century, despite its original solid construction. An accurate restoration of this historically significant house of worship was begun in 1956.

In 1979, the United States Department of the Interior awarded the chapel a $50,000 matching grant to finish the restoration the church to its original antebellum appearance.

It was in that same year the church's congregation initiated its annual fundraiser, "A Day in the Country." Traditionally held on the first Saturday of October, the event is evocative of both church "sociables" and rural country fairs from gentler, unruffled times. All proceeds are applied toward the continuing restoration and maintenance of the Chapel and its grounds and for other parish needs.

Today, many people come to The Chapel of the Cross for many different reasons.

Some come to see the building itself due to its wide recognition as one of the two finest examples of Nineteenth Century Gothic Revival church architecture in the United States.

Some come to simply touch history, examine the stone markers in the church's historic graveyard, or ponder the possibility of an appearance by a spectral bride.

And, as it should be, many gather to worship in this special, working church in a glade surrounded by both hardwoods and history.

No matter what your reason to visit may be, welcome.
- By Steven Hicks

Tuesday, July 07, 2009

Our short Ester Lee interlude, there on Monday and heading home

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A product of the USA.

Breakfast Monday morning, along with toast.
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Mama's half, still juicy.

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But not for long.

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Mama's dressed and raring to go. We'd decided to head to the Chinook Winds Casino for a few hours of the penny machines. Doesn't she look great?

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Not before I took a few morning photos of the grand Pacific.

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Then we went to the casino and played for an hour before Mama began to feel bad. Look at the post for Saturday, July 4, for the details. Since the ER doctor wanted her to head home in an ambulance with lights and siren, I had to drive back alone. Well, it was just me and Duncan in Buick. In order to relieve that highway hypnosis that goes with a lengthy drive, I turned off twice at shopping centers for some stop-and-go, turn left, turn right driving.

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At the second one, in Sherwood, Oregon, I came across this beautiful sight, glimpsed at a car wash that turned out to be behind a garage.

My joy at getting the chance to take the photo jolted me really good. I made it on home just fine and went from there for the next two days, as you can read on the July 4th post.

Sunday, June 07, 2009

My Sunday, May 31, 2009, breakfast

Already in the skillet, rough-chopped sweet Vidalia onion and thin-sliced potato in an olive oil, canola oil mixture. I forgot to take a photo of them, but I remembered with this colorful chiffonade of rainbow chard beside the bowl with two eggs. At first it occurred to me to scramble the two eggs into the vegetable mix, but I changed my mind as things progressed.
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Here you see the onions and potatoes with the chard.
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I let it all cook for a short while underneath this lid ...
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...then I added a tomato and replaced the lid.
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Once the vegetables felt done when I pushed at them with the spatula, I put them into a bowl and set it at the back of the stove top which the oven had nice and warm. Then I scrambled the two eggs in the skillet and placed them on top of the mixture in the bowl.
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I got my Smart Balance, sweet tea and pepper jellies ready.
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The timer went off, so I got the biscuits out of the oven, canned Grands Homestyle Originals.
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Here's the finished meal, waiting on me to dig in.
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Mama still slept as I cooked and ate. She's not an early riser. Sometimes I fix food like this for brunch, and she enjoys it just as much as I do--some days I'm way hungry when I get up so I go to these somewhat experimental lengths. Most of the time, though, Mama likes her raisin toast about an hour after first drinking her Shaklee protein drink, made with milk and chocolate syrup in the blender, just as soon as she's dressed and made her way to the kitchen.