I present you Breakfast On A Stick....my breakfast invention

Ok...so last night I got a wild idea to have a breakfast sausage encased inside of an egg surrounded by pancake.

So how would that work? Ali and I were trying to figure out the logistics. So I decided to bust it out.

Ingredients:
1 egg (beated)
1 pre-cooked sausage link
Pam non-stick spray
foil boat just big enough to house the sausage length wise and deep enough to hold the egg.


beat the egg and then pour carefully into the foil boat with the sausage.


Next, boil a shallow pan of water and float your foil boat of egg and sausage in the water. Make sure the water is shallow enough not to flood the foil. Put the lid on to let the steam cook the top part of the egg.


Once the egg is cooked through, take it out of the foil.


Next ingredients:
Bisquick
pam
leftover egg
wooden skewer
sugar (optional)

Prepare pancake batter to come out very thick...less milk/water.
Poke the sausage/egg with a wooden skewer and then dip it into the batter and make sure its coated very thicky.


Slap the battered sausage/egg on a stick into a hot greased pan and turn frequently so it cooks evenly on all sides.


The finished product


Serve with a side of maple syrup and ENJOY!

Trouble in FishTown Batman!!!

So this evening has proven to be very exciting indeed. While preparing a delectable new culinary invention (details to follow), our attention was instantly yanked from hot griddles and computer screens to our top shelf fish tank. While the tankmates have always been known to be on the fiesty side, the activity was sudden, LOUD and and elevating in urgency. The 5 of us - Ali, myself, Audrey, Pew and Rachel - all stare dumb-founded at the tank. One of our stripey guys, a leporinus, was meandering through one of the cubby-holes on his aquatic plastic cave when low and behold the posterior portion of him could not negotiate the hole opening. The little bugger was stuck fast and both him and the cave were flopping wildly about the tank. HOLY SHIT!!!! RESCUE MISSION!!!

So both Ali and I have a pregnant pause and then leap to our senses and dive in. We grab hold of the cave and gently try to tap the fella out. No luck. Errrrrt. So with Ali's encouragement, I use a bit more force and try to maneuver our slippery friend back through the way he came but he had himself wedged in tight.

Despite being "Farm Girl" I pussed out and couldn't take it and passed the delicate operation onto Ali. Try as he might Flipper wouldn't budge...time to bust out the tools. Wire-cutters? Check. Pliers? Check.

So I'm standing there, in probably more distress than the fish is experiencing while Ali chips away at the sturdy plastic noose around our scaley friend's body. With each snip I cringe...I know he's being careful but that's awfully close to his vulnerable soft spots.

So after a few dips in and out of the water, and a 5 fingered tweak, the little rascal was free at last. His back is a bit scratched, but amazingly he's no worse for wear.

Ready....set.....Meow!

Welcome family, friends! This is the first edition of The Cat's Meow. Feel free to share your thoughts, ideas, ramblings. I've become re-inspired to start writing again. Back in college I had a website in which I had a blogging page of sorts and they were more a published stream of consciousness. While there's no real external purpose, other than to share my inner musings, I've decided to document these monologues once again.

Since I'm not presently part of the corporate workforce any longer and I've been given this undetermined, yet treasured amount of time to pursue my creative passions at home, I'm trying to exercise ALL of my creative juices.

I envite you to laugh, cry, be bored, ignore or hopefully contribute to and become inspired by my narratives.

~A

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Thankfully, I'm rounding up this week with a car that's back to getting me down the road *knock on wood* without a case of panic attacks. For those of you unaware, my gentle steed has been feverish and feeling ready to mimic Old Faithful throughout the past week or two. While my travels of late aren't taking me far, the ride has still been trepidatious at best. I've had my share of overheating horror stories with past cars to be completely conditioned to panic when seeing that needle reaching for the red. Alas, the self-diagnostics of Ali and I yielded the correct problem however and after some busted bolts and a lighter pocket book, the thermostat is brand spanky new. YAY! I guess this pony doesn't need to be put out to pasture just yet!