Don’t get me wrong, please, I don’t carry enough housewifey genes in me to call anything happening in the kitchen, the house or garden, or the greater confines of the city and suburbia an adventure. But let’s just assume I’m one of those static blogger babes and not just a wayfaring blogger bitch and see the latest breakfast creation of mine as an adventure.
Here, this one:
How might they call this in the gastro scene? Poached egg on a bed of avocado and silverside, served in a mildly roasted pita bread or sumsuch nonsense?
Well, in Orca’s kitchen we call it loveless breakfast or short: Shit on a shingle. 🙂