Well, I'm sick again. Yes I know, I was cheated in the immune system department. All I have to do is look at someone with a cold and I'll catch it. Good thing I work in customer service and get to interact with the entire flu riddled population of Seattle this winter. Good times. So anyways, I'm done fishing for sympathy. I want to talk about breakfast. Most important meal of the day, or so I've heard. To tell you the truth, I rarely eat breakfast. Maybe there's a correlation between that and the fact that I get sick all the time. It's not that I don't like breakfast foods. I love eggs, bacon, sausage, hashbrowns, biscuits & gravy. While I really don't care for cereals, pancakes, or any of those early sweets I truly can't get enough of those savory morning treats (nice rhyme!). The problem for me, is that I'm seriously not a morning person. It takes me a couple of hours to get my head straight. At least I've quit my horrible Georgia tradition/addiction of drinking coke for breakfast. The hole in my stomach and the teeth in my mouth thank me for that.
So a few weeks ago I bought some venison sausage from Whole Foods and tossed the in my freezer. I had never had venison before so I was pretty excited to try them. Some people have a problem with eating the tasty meat because it invokes chilhood memories of when Bambi's mother get shot in the Disney classic. I don't seem to have that problem. I do however hate the idea of hunting for sport. If you're going to kill something, you better eat it. It doesn't happen that often but I recently woke up early enough on one of my days off that I was hungry around breakfast time (10am is still early isn't it?). The night before had I put the sausages in the fridge to thaw out. I sauteed them up in a tiny bit of olive oil and served them with some local organic fried eggs and english muffins with butter. To me, this is a perfect breakfast. Now if I could only get myself to eat breakfast more often perhaps I wouldn't have to spend so much money on cold medicine. It's just a theory.