Then, last night, all that changed.
Last night I dreamt I was a regular at a busy greasy spoon in a rural town. I would go in and eat various breakfast foods (this, a by-product of Kristy's excitement that I've recently been risking eating breakfast, which usually doesn't agree with me), then leave, then be back in the diner for more. Suddenly, one trip I saw something I really didn't recognize.
"Hmm. Sausage/Egg Biscuit, Super Deluxe Breakfast, Steak and Eggs...wait a minute...what the hell?"
I blinked.
"'Bratville von Cheeseburgeren' with 'Bacon or Mushrooms'? Can I get it with both?"
Moments later, as time so quickly happens in dreams, I was served.
It looked like two sausage patties, but bratwurst, with three kinds of cheese, two slices of bacon and sauteed mushrooms on a hamburger bun. Or maybe it was on a biscuit. I don't remember. Either way, best food idea ever.
One of my best entrees came to me after staring blankly at a bottle of peanut sauce in a Wal-Mart for 15 minutes. It included seared ahi, paper-thin slices of watermelon, shrimp, fried shrimp tails, and a side of rice and mushrooms. Another, a sausage-and-peppers dish with provolone and Roma tomatoes (and tequila) was born from watching GoodFellas.
At the end of the day, whether your cooking delicacies are epiphanies whose geneses were mobster movies, dreams or random innovation, I plan on starting a family cookbook one of these days and I now have my first breakfast item.
