For an obscene amount of time, I wasn’t much of a breakfast person… My mornings used to start with Kashi cereal and Diet Coke, and that’s often what I lived off of for dinner, too. That was a much thinner and remarkably malnourished version of myself in college.
I have since come to the Tolkien hobbit / Ron Swanson way of thinking…
Give me a real, delectable, dreamy breakfast. All the eggs. And all the bacon.
Why am I only recently coming around to the hefty breakfast way of thinking? I don’t know. Perhaps my taste buds have matured over these last few years. Perhaps having a ridiculous surplus of bacon and eggs in the fridge thanks to the Costco within a mile of us is a constant reminder of unending food potential. Food-tential. Perhaps I’ve watched the scene where Pippin asks about second breakfast in The Fellowship of the Ring too many times, and I’ve begun to long for the makings of a savory, rustic breakfast, just like his curly-haired self. Or perhaps it was that episode of Parks and Rec in season 2 when Ron is at the Glitter Factory and only has eyes for the breakfast buffet… Maybe that’s when I finally got it?
I don’t know why I’m now a fangirl of breakfast foods. But I am. This love is real. And it’s here to stay.
Thus, this sandwich.
It has all of the components you long for in a weekend breakfast or brunch. It’s limited to a weekend, obviously, because upon devouring it you’ll immediately feel like indulging in the dreamiest nap of your life. Yes, you will absolutely go comatose. And you’re welcome.
Start with a flaky, buttery biscuit topped with a sharp colby jack cheese. Layer with a crispy fried egg, the yolk primed and ready to break and drizzle nature’s gravy (Kevin’s disturbing, yet adequate way to describe a runny egg) all over the plate. Sprinkle with freshly cooked bacon, crumbled into savory bite-sized pieces.
Simple, yet heartwarming goodness.
We made this dish on a whim when our bestest couple friends were visiting us from out of town. Kevin and his best friend have been wrapped up in a passionate bromance for years, ever since they shared a home together for three-quarters of their college career. Now with wives in tow and jobs in different cities, we see one another when we can, which is still too little. During our time together, the boys reminisce, argue, and smoke Gandalf-length pipes (sorry not sorry for all the LOTR references in this post) while the ladies curl up under blankets and share the latest issue of Martha Stewart Living and discuss our favorite Pinterest trends. Often over wine.
Oh and we usually eat. A lot. Being together is like a week long cruise of all you can eat tacos, barbecue, margaritas, brunches, and slightly sketchy hole in the wall Mexican food joints.
On top of that, we all love waking up to the smell of bacon. So it was a natural progression of events on a Saturday, clad in pajamas. Plus, I had the prettiest hand model while snapping these photos, dontcha think?
If you have any other savory breakfast recipes you’re falling head over heels for, I’m all ears. In the meantime, I’ll be nibbling on granola and yogurt on the weekdays so my Saturdays can be spent consuming this in the morning hours.