Superman

Last week was Greg's birthday.  I feel obligated to give him a shout out.  

Not only is Greg a great golfer (like I give a hoot about that), he's hard to beat in the kitchen.  When we first started dating all we did was eat together.  We gained a combined 40 pounds.  No joke.  

I got him a cooking present for his birthday.  A chinois and pestle.  Are you thinking "WTF"?  That's what I said when he first mentioned it.  So I googled it.  It's a fancy strainer and a big wooden stick.  

Every year for my birthday Greg makes me a birthday breakfast.  This year I had the chance to make him one since I'm temporarily a SAHM (I'm working on that temporarily part, if anyone wants to donate to the "Christine's SAHM fund.")   I asked what he wanted for breakfast.  He said that anything I made would be fine.  I should have stopped there.  But, no, I demanded an answer.  He said "Eggs Hussarde." 

WTF?  

So I googled it.  It's a version of Eggs Benedict that is served at Brennan's in New Orleans.  It has a zillion different components and includes a sauce that takes over an hour to make.  I refused to shy away from the challenge.  I read the recipe.  This dish required Holland rusk.

WTF?

Back to google.  It's fancy toast.  It's used instead of English muffins.  Where does one find Holland rusk?  Well, you can order it online from Wegman's but my local store doesn't carry it.

I tell this to my dear husband and presume he'll be OK with a pack of good ole Thomas's, or maybe he'll even cancel the Eggs Hussarde and order Eggs Benedict, without the one hour sauce.  Silly me.  He said "Alton Brown has a recipe for English muffins.  You could just make your own."  Like I could just pour a glass or water or just take out the garbage.

Needless to say, I needed more sauce pans than we owned and it looked like I prepared a four course dinner in my kitchen when it was finished, but Greg got Eggs Hussarde with homemade English muffins.  He ate it in three minutes flat.

I must say that he's worth the hassle.  

He is a fantastic dad.  As in FAN. TAS. TIC.

I mean who else cuts and files itty-bitty fingernails?

Who else has Abby's extremely long toes and gives them sweet kisses?

Who else comes to the rescue when Abby has had enough of her mommy?
He's our Superman.  Happy Birthday, Gregory!