Sausage Pie

Good morning! I’d like to share with you a simple recipe that one of my work friends shared with me. Actually, there are a couple of breakfast ideas wrapped up in here.

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To start, my son and I are NOT breakfast people. Not at breakfast time anyway. Oh, don’t get me wrong, we LOVE breakfast food it’s just that we are a little queasy first thing in the morning.

For years the only thing we could eat first thing in the morning was chocolate milk and toast with butter. But when my son began football they also coached him on eating right. Which has helped him tremendously. Then I began looking for ways to help him eat healthier which is a challenge because he is not a fan of vegetables, which he calls “rabbit food”.

A friend at work alternates between a low carb diet and a low calorie diet along with walking. We talked a lot about food, carbs and calories. She told me about a dish that she sometimes fixes for her and her hubby.

In a pie plate she mashes sausage around the bottom and edges to form a pie crust shape then beats some eggs, scrambled egg style, pours that on top of the sausage pie crust and bakes at 350F till done. You can also top with peppers or cheese or whatever else you desire. Then just cut it up like a pie and serve.

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On the day I took the pictures it was just my son and I at home so I made a smaller one with a small loaf pan.

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Then she told me this is called quiche. Yeah, I had never eaten a quiche till now.

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But my guys love it on a lazy Saturday morning.

Then I started thinking of how I could incorporate this into my son’s breakfast before school.  It’s the most important meal of the day so rather than load him up on carbs which is the bread (toast) he usually ate I cut back on the carbs and added food with less carbs.

I know, it sounds like a lot of work in the morning, but really it’s only a few extra minutes added to my lunch making time and with a little prep work it takes less time in the morning.

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I buy a roll of sausage, we like the sausage with sage. I cut it into patty size slices and store it in the fridge. Each morning I put one slice per person into the frying pan, mash it up and fry it.

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While the sausage frying I crack eggs into a bowl or, in my case, a measuring cup. Add a little milk, seasoning and beat them up like scrambled eggs. Once the sausage is done I just dump the egg mixture on top and cook like scrambled eggs.

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It’s a more satisfying and “stick with you” breakfast than just toast. And it has less carbs.

Now if I could just convince him that “rabbit food” is not only good for you, but it tastes good, too!

Happy Wednesday!

TFP 🙂

Saucy Sunday – Breakfast

It’s Sunday. So why not talk about breakfast food on Saucy Sunday.

Oh yeah, Happy Sunday!

Since being at home, I have been trying to get myself into better eating habits.

Better food and on a better schedule.

So some mornings, I have this…

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Milk and boiled eggs. And yes, this is what I serve them to myself in.

Why have these pretty dishes and not use them? They sat in my Mother’s china cabinet for years, never to be used.

And some mornings, I have this…

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Milk, toast and oatmeal.

I know the toast is not the best for me. But I have cut back from four to two slices.

It’s a start.

But then, there comes Sunday breakfasts. When I should be sticking to my “healthy food schedule”. And I don’t.

My Captain usually fixes Sunday breakfast. You can read about it here as I talk about one of the things that make me smile.

And occasionally, to the delight of my family and anyone else who may be here, usually a preteen friend of Boo who has stayed the night, I fix biscuits and gravy, scrambled eggs and bacon.

If you would like to see how I make my Sunday morning  drop biscuits, click here.

For another tutorial on how to make biscuits, check out The Cotton Wife’s instructions.

And she even shows you how to make gravy. It looks delicious.

In case your readin’ this Cotton Wife…

 Let me know when you’re making biscuits and gravy again. I’m coming for supper!

I LOVE breakfast for supper!

I haven’t had someone make biscuits and gravy for me in years. And it’s always better when someone else makes it!

So tell me, what do you have for breakfast?

I’m open to some new ideas.

Well Thought Plan

Some of you have been around here long enough to know that I have a very active imagination.

And so does my oldest son.

My middle child.

The one who keeps me on my toes more than the others. We never know what he’ll do next.

He began developing it an a young age.

When he was about seven years old, we lived in an old school house way back up in the sticks in West Virginia. At the mouth of a hollar called Stoney Lonesome. We were the first house in the hollar with a few neighbors that lived further up from us. And one neighbor that lived on the main road, a little further than shouting distance away.

I had worked midnight shift and was sick, I had laid down to take a nap. Their father left the house, giving them instructions to stay inside until I awoke.

I won’t go into why he left, that is a whole nuther story and is the reason I am no longer married to him.

Anyway, I woke up to the phone ringing. My neighbor that lived just past me, was calling. Asking when I would be paying for the eggs my son had came and picked up from her.

Just after answering the phone and hearing her request, someone knocked at my door.

I still have the phone pressed to my ear when I answered the door. It was my neighbor from the main road with a dozen eggs in her hand asking why I sent her eggs.

Answering the door and the phone in a semi-groggy state…

I was now fully awake and completey confused.

I didn’t send my son for eggs, nor did I send any eggs to my other neighbor.

Upon investigation I found….

My son wanted to play with an older boy that lived in the house on the main road.

He concocted this plan…

He went to the egg neighbors house and told them I had sent him up for eggs and he lost the money on the way. That I would get it to them.

Then he took the eggs to the other neighbors house, on the main road, and told them I sent them the eggs.

All this, just to get to see a 10 year old boy in hopes of having a playmate.

Needless to say, I paid the neighbor for the eggs and told the other neighbor to enjoy them.

My son was given a stern talking to and grounded for 2 weeks. One week for leaving the house after he was told to stay inside and one week for the lies he told.

It was at this point in my young son’s life that I realized just how active his imagination was.

I swear that boy should write books!