The Cajun shrimp were particularly skrompshiss today: plump, juicy, perfectly seasoned & abundant. The pork was very good, and the brisket was lardy, meaty heaven in a tortilla
Tim Hortons has pastel de nata on their menu now, so I braved the frigid Arctic temps and waddled my arse down there this AM to try it. The tart was kinda meh if you’ve ever had a real pastel de nata, which I’ve have. My expectations weren’t set very high so my disappointment wasn’t a total surprise. Would def not order again, but the apple fritter was decent when quickly warmed up in the MW so not a total waste of time.
Saturday’s brunchy Strammer Max aka eggs like they were meant to be eaten: fried, with a perfect runny yolk, perched atop a slice of toasted bistro bread that’s been shmeared with cream cheese & covered with a coupla slices of rosemary ham & a slice of havarti.
Bronchy Sonday breakfast with the last of the OM bacon plus TJ’s applewood smoked, which cooked a bit unevenly. Scramblees with local eggs from a fellow musician & an abbondanza of prezzemolo
Two wee Jimmy Dean sausage biscuits with my morning Ensure. I was thrilled that they tasted normal - my tastebuds evidently are continuing to recover. Plus I had some honey dew melon.
Note they are done in the microwave and turn out surprisingly well. Better living through chemistryTM I guess.