It had started out like any other Sunday morning. But, I was yearning to finally quench a desire. A craving that had been burning inside of me for so very long. Upon seeing this beautiful dawn I was going to do something about it.
My first priority was to take Phoenix out and play hard with him so he would be exhausted and then focus on this forthcoming morning of satiating my needs. As he lay on the back porch I sat down next to him and wished to take a selfie of the two of us. Being the kind, loyal, caring Golden Retriever he always is for me it somehow took a sour turn.
Yep, my own kid sticking this tongue out and giving the middle finger to the camera. How rude! I left him to his foul mood, went into the house so that I could get to planning.
For what? A party like no other Sunday morning. With hot, sexy guests. And I was going International. That’s right, there could be a sordid incident with global ramifications. I was able to gather the folks up and assess where we were headed. My pulse had quickened, a few beads of sweat on my brow in nervous anticipation.
I love the English. And their accents (along with the Aussies too). What I wanted this morning was The English Muffinz to spread them apart for my Canadian Bacon buddies.
Phoenix, “The muffins originated in the United States by Samuel Bath Thomas.”
Me, glaring down at him in distaste for a debate, “And he was from England.”
One of our classic, silent stares at each other ensued for a few seconds.
My kid blinked first, “Whatever. Give me a treat.”
Hee hee…rare staring win for Dad!
My new Canadian friends showed up to help me distribute the love. Oh lordy they looked good. Slender yet that perfect roundness the English like to be porked with and do it Bacon Style. 3 Eggz showed up along with 2 Stix of Butter, Salt n’ Peppa and lastly Leonardo DeLemon.
The music was playing, I had my groove on and I called everyone together for a group party shot. That’s when disaster happened.
Notice what is out of place? That’s right. It was Parsley. Out of nowhere and uninvited she crashed our party. The chaos began right here as she was trying to climb all over the The English Muffinz to get at Canadian Bacon.
Canadian Bacon and The English Muffinz jumped onto the pan to go into the Booth of Beauty. But, Parsley was at it again. Touching, feeling, caressing Bacon as a tease before the pork monsters became heated and firm.
Phoenix continued, “…put the lid back on.”
Pre-Hollandaise sauce WENT….EVERYWHERE. ALL OVER HALF OF THE KITCHEN.
Next it was time to grab some…
For Pete’s Sake. It happened so fast he didn’t know what tackled him to the counter.
I made a tornado of swirling water in the hot tub of Poaching Magic and gently poured each of the Eggz in! They had their fun for about 2 1/2 to 3 minutes (cheap dates) and I decided to pull them out to rejoin the party.
Here is where I had a major brain fart in not telling the part of the story that I would also be making Eggs Florentine. And I forgot to take a picture of the spinach and Bacon beneath the egg on the right! It was all Parsley’s fault.
So Spinach went with one of the English Muffinz, The Canadian Boyz jumped on top of each, followed by Pouched Eggz. Then the explosion of Hollandaise sauce dripped over everyone with Paprika sprinkled on for an aphrodisiac. I was about to burst and devoured them both.
Phoenix and I wanted to send a thank you to our wonderful new friend, Mandi, for all of her wonderful support and that she encouraged me to keep writing outside of the box. She writes wonderful posts about any topic that strikes her mood and they are absolutely spectacular to read. The latest was about selfies which opened up some fantastic dialogue in the Comments section! Please visit her blog at Cellulite Looks Better Tan and enjoy. You will love it! Thank you again so much, Mandi!