Yesterday, I went through a 3-ring binder Judy had given me years ago with a few relatively easy recipes in it that I might try.
Over the years I hadn't cooked many of them but I had added and added to it until it was bulging and dangerous to open!
So I examined them all with a critical eye and tossed many of them.
Some were too difficult.
Some were too outdated.
Some were not something we might ever eat again.
So the binder is now slimmer.
No longer the monster that one feared to confront.
One of the recipes that I kept was for a breakfast casserole and, having all the ingredients in house, this morning I made it to start the day.
It was pretty good.
Pork sausage, bread cubes, eggs, milk, dry mustard, salt and pepper.
Easy-peasy.
We did find the addition at table of a dash of Sriracha sauce kicked it up a notch.
But it's a keeper and went back into the binder.
By the way, it was perfect for a very cold morning here of 19 degrees F.
The birdbath water was frozen solid and we're waiting for today's very bright sun to thaw it.
A surprise visitor to it, and a disappointed one I'll wager, appeared to be a female robin.
It seems like the wrong time of year for robins but there she was.
Briefly.
She wasn't counting on an iced-over birdbath.
Maybe I should have invited her in to share our breakfast casserole.