I was giving Tater a bath tonight and thinking about how much I love bath time. Thinking, “It’s the little things..”
Little things? I thought about all the things that we always refer to as the “Little things,” warm bed, hot bath, clean clothes. Sure they’re little, If you HAVE them.
If you don’t have them they are huge gigantic things. The biggest things ever.
I wonder how many women all over the world would love nothing more than to give their babies a warm bath, with lots of soap, and then put them to sleep in a clean warm bed. Then I felt like crap for calling it a “little thing,” when I what I should have thought was “A thing I have never thought to appreciate because I have always had it and am taking it for granted almost every day- thing.”
Why do we have it so backwards? We call water and soap a SMALL thing, and what gets that label of BIG are things like yachts and fancy cars, exotic vacationing.
We are wrong.
You can live your entire life NOT having a yacht and be perfectly happy, it never even occurring to you how incredibly yacht-less you are. Try to do that with water and soap.
Having a baby has turned me into a big weeping mess. It used to take quite a bit to make me cry. I’d hide my dry eyes at weddings, feel like a freak for NOT crying when I watched a show about a baby being born, or when I heard a story that didn’t end well. My internal reaction was more along the lines of, “Am I supposed to cry? When’s lunch?”
Now, I cry over everything. I can’t even watch Undercover Boss without mascara stained cheeks an hour later. And don’t even let me think about Extreme Home Makeover. Mr Fits is the same way, he spent the 20 years previous to Taters birth without one tear and now, when I write the lyrics to Loudon Wainwright’s song, Daughter on his Fathers Day card…
About 4 weeks after Tater was born I read about a charity that gave clean birthing supplies and a new, warm outfit to women in third world countries. About four lines in a side bar and I was a mess. My own birth story, 17 hours of unmedicated natural labor, was still blissfully fresh in my mind. I was so happy that I was able to do it the way I had planed, it never occurred to me that the “lucky” part had nothing to do with my birth plan. I had TEN baby outfits packed in my hospital bag, and there were women out there that didn’t even have ONE! Giving birth with dirty supplies and nothing to put the baby in??!! Ugh. I sobbed. “Little things” my ass.
They way I see it, most of us do have the Big Things. That pair of shoes you can’t afford, the fancy car you will probably never drive, that gorgeous leather sofa: all small things. When you are 80 years old, and you look back on your life, you won’t even remember them.
But what you will remember is the time you spent with your family. And for me, the luxury of Saturday Morning Family Breakfast is a HUGE thing, because I would miss it. I would ache for it if I ever live a life where I can’t do that for my family. But right now, I am grateful and happy to have all the Big Things, and one of those is breakfast.
2 cups flour
1 tsp salt
1 tsp sugar
6 tbs of butter
6 tbs shortening
1/3 cup ice cold water
1/2 a large red bell pepper, chopped (about 1/3 cup)
1/2 cup fresh, chopped spinach
1/4 cup crumbled breakfast sausage, raw, removed from casing (about 4 links)
4 Safest Choice eggs, yolks and whites sperated
1 tsp Kosher salt
1 tsp black pepper
1/4 cup parmesan cheese, shredded
In a food processor, combine 1 1/3 cup flour, salt, sugar, then add the butter and shortening, process until well combined. Add the remaining flour and process again until combined. Transfer to a bowl and add the water with a wooden spoon (don’t add the water while the dough is in the food processor or your dough will be brittle and cracker-like). If the dough isn’t moist enough, you can add more water, a tsp at a time until the consistency is right. Form dough into a disk, wrap with plastic wrap and chill in the refrigerator for 2 hours. I like to make the dough the night before, it takes about 10 minutes to throw this together, so it’s easy to do the night before.
Preheat your oven to 375.
Once the dough is chilled, roll into a “rustic” circle. The great thing about a Galette is that an odd shape looks charming, don’t worry about making it too perfect. Transfer to a baking sheet, or a pizza stone, covered with parchment paper.
Top the center with the spinach, bell peppers and sausage.
In a small bowl, whisk together the egg whites, salt and pepper. Pour into the center, over the filling (you my need another pair of hands for this) immediately fold up the edges, covering some of the filling but leaving the center open. Sprinkle the top with parmesan cheese.
Bake for 20 minutes or until the whites are set.
Add the yolks to the center, bake again for 3-5 minutes. You still want the yolks to be runny. I just found out about Safest Choice Eggs, they’re pasteurized which removes the risk of salmonella poisoning. One less thing to worry about.
Cut into 4-6 pieces. Serve warm.
Printable version: Breakfast Galette
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