“Breakfast for dinner” is a phrase that is turned quite often in my parents house. My mom LOVES it (but at her own concession, the woman worships anything that might come with bacon), my dad enjoys it a lot, and my brothers? Well, “Bacon and eggs? Now? You mean for dinner? Um, okay, why not?” is sort of their general attitude. Actually “why not?” seems to be their general attitude about everything, I think…they’re men. So I grew up in a house where breakfast for dinner was a semi-regular occurrence and I became rather attached to the idea myself.
Leith has wholeheartedly embraced this idea and eggs are probably one of his favourite meals. He likes his eggs every-which-way-but-loose, to be honest.
But, to get back on track, my son loves him some eggs. He likes them scrambled, sunnyside up, sunnyside down, coddled, boiled, poached, omeletted, frittataed, deviled, quiched and even mini-quiched…and recently we have been reading a lot of Dr. Seuss at bedtime and last night he requested green eggs and ham for dinner.
These crustless miniature quiches were the perfect substitute. Filled with spinach (to make them green, of course!) and made to be the perfect size for little hands, little forks and little mouths. He was very excited when I put his dinner down in front of him; he immediately pointed out that they were green and that we could eat them in a box with a fox. It was an entertaining dinner.
We like green eggs and ham! We do! We like them, Sam-I-am! And we would eat them in a boat. And we would eat them with a goat… And we will eat them in the rain. And in the dark. And on a train. And in a car. And in a tree. They are so good, so good, you see! So we will eat them in a box. And we will eat them with a fox. And we will eat them in a house. And we will eat them with a mouse. And we will eat them here and there. Say! we will eat them ANYWHERE! We do so like green eggs and ham!
Thank you! Thank you, Sam-I-am!
(I love you Leitho)