Feb 10, 2014

breakfast for two


We're not good at late nights anymore.  Our days start early, while the city is still asleep.  Coffee, from the well-travelled Bialetti.  Anjo baked a batch beskuit, to carry us through to breakfast.  Outside the grey fades from the early morning light, while the high rises around us switch off their lights.  We can hear the scraping of road and pavements, clearing paths through the ice and sludge.

Work starts at seven. For me, either a conference call, or half a day of email from South Africa I have to catch up with. A reads, writes, prepares: the never-enough-time PhD is in full swing.

But when new friends invite us for dinner, we enthusiastically accept.  When building a new social network from scratch, you never say no.  A good night follows, with excellent food and generous wine.  We eventually crunch home in the early morning hours.  Tired.  Happy.

The morning after is the kind of Sunday that calls for poached eggs smothered in a buttery Hollandaise. 


8 comments:

Leon van Eck said...

Poached eggs are the perfect breakfast food. And sometimes not just breakfast.

arcadia said...

Mans wat kan hollandaise maak is hot.

thys kotzé said...

Dining room table envy...

I know what you are capable of in the kitchen and that being said I think the experience would not have been the same on a different table.

arcadia said...

Thys Kotze, daai tafel is seriously beautiful. Ons gaan 'n hele post moet doen net oor die tafel.

Marie said...

Having just eaten a poached egg on toast (on a pile of garlicky, wilted arugula), I now want another one.

jvdh said...

Thys - Ek sit soms in die ander kamer en google vir fotos van die tafel. Happiness.

M - I like that. Misc pungent herbs, finely chopped. And the liquid egg.

Riette said...

Anjo, mans wat kan hollandaise maak IS hot.
Dis 'n baie mooi post, Johannes.

the sourcerer said...

ditto the hollandaise. en skryf gerus nog jong man.