One of the things I really miss when I am in Rome is cooking for myself. Oh how I miss that. This I may only do at the sanctuary which is the Sabine Farm. And, contrary to what I am sure some of you must think, not everything I cook must be complicated… or Italian!
On rising today and turning up the radio to follow Bill Bennett’s morning program (lots of discussion of the immigration bill), I made some powerful black – not dark – roast coffee, dropped some pumpernickle bread into the toaster (ah, REAL toast for a change!) and, reverting to my short order cook days many years ago, cracked a pair of locally produced brown eggs into the frying pan.
The results:
coffee
two eggs over easy
toast
Ah! Simplicity.
Cheeseburger Cheeseburger Cheeseburger Cheeseburger – No Coke – PEPSI!
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Coffee question.
Cream, half and half, or black?
Brian: As black as an unconfessed soul.
Father Z wrote:
“…and, reverting to my short order cook days many years ago, cracked a pair of locally produced brown eggs into the frying pan.”
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As black as an unconfessed soul.
I knew there was a reason to like you. :-p
Vincenzo,
Hilarious picture! And I can just hear “Flo” saying “Fr. Z… kiss my grits!!” :-)
Janet wrote:
“Vincenzo,
Hilarious picture! And I can just hear “Flo†saying “Fr. Z… kiss my grits!!†:-)”
ROFL
1. Where do you get your meals in Rome?
2. How do I learn how to enjoy cooking? (I hate cooking; if it weren’t for microwaves I’d be dead.)
Dear Fr. Z,
Is Sabine Farm a town, a house, an actual farm with crops and animals? What is it and where is it? Whatever it is and wherever it is, sounds like you’re livin’ mighty large. Enjoy!
In Domino,
Anthony
Where are you celebrating Mass this Sunday ?
Anthony: Living large? Nah… livin’ small.
Livin’ the Sabine Life.
Z Life.
Good Evening Father,
Did you remove the “Z-Cam” from the chapel or am I going blind and simply not seeing the link?
I hope this finds you enjoying a cool breeze this fine evening…here in West Michigan, although the humid, high 80’s heat feels very ‘close’, there will still be a beautiful sunset…I hope you’re able to enoy the same.
Oh, American toast! How I miss thee! The simple pleasures in life are so sweet.