I normally rise in the morning when darkness is still cloaking the land.
That's mainly because of Sweetie-Pie, our blasted cat.
She jumps up on my bed and purrs loudly in my ear.
"I'm hungry. Feed me!", she demands.
And she is very persistent so I've just learned to get up and fix her bowl of food and change her water.
Sometimes I go back to bed and some more sleep.
But lately I've been retiring for the night around 8 p.m. (the time I used to head out on the town for a night of alcohol-fueled ribaldry) so by 4 the next morning, if I've had a decent night, I'm ready to rise.
So then I get a cup of coffee, weigh myself, make my bed and dress for the day.
And sit down at my computer desk, aka the International Headquarters of Oddball Observations.
This morning I stumbled across a recipe and when Judy woke (hours and hours later!!) I asked her if we had any apples.
When she answered in the affirmative I told her I was going to make breakfast for the two of us.
About an hour later I served it up.
Fresh from the oven, my take on a German Apple Pancake, aka a Dutch Baby.
Suffice it to say, it was delicious and a big hit.
As confirmed by a note on the recipe that it serves 3 to 4 but we two scavengers finished the entire thing.
If you want to make one this link should take you to the instructions.
Now there's only one problem.
We normally breakfast sparingly through the week and save the occasional feasting for Sunday mornings.
I said to Judy as we were finishing our scarfing, this really is only Thursday but now it feels like Sunday.
So now what am I gonna do?
