cook: breakfast and bookstore browsing

I invited the neighbors to the garden for a breakfast strata. I had stale French baguette in my freezer. And so the night before, I sautéed onion, leek, shallot—all scrap alliums in my vegetable bin—in butter and folded it in with country sausage, grated cheddar cheese, parsley, sage, rosemary, thyme, nutmeg into the stale bread broken into bite-sized chunks along with a custard of eight eggs beaten with heavy whipping cream.                

The condo smelled like thanksgiving and was my favorite part of this breakfast casserole. Next time I will roast turkey legs or wings and serve alongside this casserole without the cheese and no eggs. Patrick had to run an open house (he’s hoping a buyer will put in an offer by Wednesday), and so Sadie and I went to buy a tuner for his 12-string acoustic guitar and my ukulele at Guitar Center. And hey why not also browse books at the Barnes and Noble a few doors down. I found books I plan to check out at the public library.                                

Well Faire is a magazine, but it has photography and text that looked enticing. And I may return to buy it and another magazine for making macrame for the modern home to give to my teacher’s aide, Isabella who is so creative and matriculating at the Art Institute in Chicago this fall. I want to gift her something that she’d love to pore over and be inspired in her own artwork.