Woke up to a most beautiful Florida morning. Cooked a camp breakfast for whole family on my Blackstone griddle cooktop. The Jérôme Blin Champagne 2008 Les Caillesses is exceeding beautiful. It is dry and flinty, with pert and lively citrus and pretty mineral.
Knowing Charlie, he prolly had crab cake Benedict sprinkled with caviar, to pair with that Champagne! And was in his speedo and Gucci high-tops. Lounging in the Corbusier Chaise, attended by butlers. Accompanied by his beautiful and very cool wife. He is the Jarl of Berserkers.
Cook bunch of bacon. Set it aside. Then cook Maple sausage chopped up. Push it to the side and cook hash browns in grease. Mix hash browns and sausage then scramble a bunch of eggs with the mix. Top with cheddar. Then I cook pancakes on the other side of the griddle. It’s an “everybody dig in” thing. It could also be called a cholesterol bomb. Haha!
With all due respect, the man’s in Florida. Why would or should it be California style? I go to my farmer’s market in Maine every Saturday morning, no salsa verde, no avocado, not even any oranges! But Dragonfly Cove Farm’s goat chorizo is incredible, even though it’s more Portugal than California.
My goodness! I should find a way to come down for one of those. I could pair all that with Best Hot Chocolate Ever (Soma Chocolatier’s Dark Side of the Mug, milk and some whipping cream, amarula liqueur and either Cruzan raspberry rum or McGillicuddy’s banana liqueur, depending what I have on hand).
Merrill is just funnin’. Dan that Chorizo sounds like the bomb. We get a local goat cheese in Highlands NC called Highlands crack, 'cause it’s so addicting! But there nothing like a big, fattening, sloppy breakfast on Sunday morning… of course, with good Champagne!