I am not one for New Years resolutions. For a few reasons. First of all, I feel like making promises to myself that inevitably fall to the wayside in a few short weeks aren’t in any way productive. Also, why should I wait until January 1st to make changes that should probably be made, oh, immediately?
And then I had kids. Aaaaaand realized that I am a pretentious prick.
Setting goals is a good thing. And being able to embrace the holiday season for what it is also is pretty realistic… Sugar. Chocolate. Butter. Cheese. Campbell’s cream of mushroom soup.
Now that all that unhealthy eating is out of the way (Sure, I’ll snarf an entire two-pound Toblerone by myself… Because it’s Christmas, that’s why!), and the pallet of Diet Coke we bought for visiting relations is mercifully gone, it is time to get back into the grind of everyday life.
Nope, I’m not making the resolution to go to the gym more. But I am going back to eating things that didn’t greet my threshold in a can.
This is my just-unhealthy-ehough-to-be-good breakfast. Fruit, eggs, veggie juice, a tiny bit of cheese and an overtly large pat of butter make rolling out of bed a teentsy more bearable for me. Squeeze on some lime and squirt on some Siracha…. Yes. Heaven in a tortilla.
Actually cooking breakfast is normally something reserved for the weekends, but since this only takes a few minutes to make and it is hot, juciy, spicy and sweet? I’ll give it a go.
I have a little pan that I warm my tortillas on. I crank up the heat to high (8 out of 10) and heat a few tortillas up once it is good and hot… About 10-15 seconds on each side. The tortillas hang out in a clean dish towel while I cook the eggs.
Finn loves these too (without the lime and siracha); he calls them egg tacos. And I suppose that is fitting. We each get an egg. I mix it for a few seconds in a bowl with a fork. I get my spatula ready and grab a pat of butter – just a little tooooooo much butter – and get my game face on.
Since the pan is HOT, I have to move super fast. Drop in the butter, swirl it around and then pour the eggs right over the browning butter. I give it a few seconds before I pull the cooked eggs to the side of the pan to allow the raw eggs to run into the rest of the butter. I give it a flip and then plunk them onto my snuggly tortillas. The whole thing takes MAYBE 10 seconds.
Then I throw the windows open since I set off the smoke alarm (super hot pan + butter + eggs = smoke). After it goes off, I top my eggs with a crumbling of queso fresco, squeeze on some lime and add a dribble of Siracha.
My tummy was a-grumbling while I was diligently snapping away.