Breakfast with Munky

GiggleButt, I'll not again venture into the Land of Cleves only to find you (again) wrapped in that paisley apron, teasing me like a Munky.

I prefer my women nekkid.

well I can't get nekkid, Munky. My nipples would just get too hard on this chilly spring day - and I fear that would not be able to see over them to eat my breakfast.
 
Munky, you may cook me breakfast any morning! That sounds delightful!!

Corned beef hash is best over an open flame!!!
 
This Morning's Fare

Per request, Munky's World Famous Corned Beef Hash . . .

Slightly undercook some corned beef, then itsy bitsy cube it.
Way undercook a spud, then itsty bitsy cube it.

Saute some "Itsy Bitsy Walla Walla Onions" (which would be a great name for a Rock Band) in unsalted butter, along with a poblano chile, a jalapeno, and minced garlic. Masturbate until you moan.

Drain liquid from the saute pan and your panties. Get your saute pan smoking hot with Colavita Olive Oil and flash fry your corned beef and all the other stuff until it is delightfully crispy. Remove from stovetop and and add a poached egg, preferably laid by a Quail. Top with fresh chives and serve with a side of fresh pineapple.

Boner Appétit.
 
Out came the sun
And dried up all the rain


Hiya Munky, It's a good thing I only have an itsy bitsy appetite this morning.
 
'morning Doll . . .

Anytime at all.

Beautiful morning, eh?

I'm in my sunroom as we speak. There's something magical about bird songs in the morning. (Need to scoot soon though.. I have this friend from nursing school and it's our monthly breakfast date at everyone's favorite Jewish-Lite deli! )
 
I'm in my sunroom as we speak. There's something magical about bird songs in the morning. (Need to scoot soon though.. I have this friend from nursing school and it's our monthly breakfast date at everyone's favorite Jewish-Lite deli! )

Enjoy the Lox!

BTW I could easily see you cooking in an apron just like that ^^ :D :heart:
 
Tomorrow's Breakfast Today

This morning’s Munky Breakfast (corned beef hash) was fairly pedestrian except for those swilling absinthe in the Land of Cleves. So tomorrow we’re going to get a bit more exotic and eat some . . . Finnan Haddie! (Wanted to give you some advance notice since it will require some travel and plaid pants.) But it’s a simple Seven Step process . . .

Step 1: Fly to Scotland, then take a taxi to Findon, Aberdeenshire and ask where the fishmonger is.

Step 2: Buy Finnan Haddie (it’s bright yellow)

Step 3: On the way back to the airport find a cow to milk.

Step 4: After milking cow, get in a round of golf.

Step 5: When you get home separate the rich cream from that cow you just milked.

Step 6: Poach the silly bright yellow fish in rich cream while singing Marilyn Monroe’s version of Cole Porter’s My Heart Belongs to Daddy, "If I invite a boy some night, To dine on my fine Finnan Haddie, I just adore, his asking for more, But my heart belongs to Daddy"

Step 7: Where was I? Oh yes, poach the silly bright yellow fish, then eat it.
 
Step 5: When you get home separate the rich cream from that cow you just milked.

I didn't get an apron (I have plenty) but I DID get this little thing with a filter so we can make fresh butter.

if nothing else, my triceps will love me
 
I have fresh chicken eggs, we have quails around, but I haven't seen eggs in a few years!!!

Have you eaten said yellow fish? It sounds a bit like Scandanavian lutfisk... I'll try anything once... :kiss:
 
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