After a mighty streak of special projects, I desperately needed to step away. So we used our second wedding anniversary as an excuse to coop up the chickens, wrangle the dogs, and head for the hills. In my bag, I packed the last three to four months of unread magazine subscriptions: Bon Appétit, Sunset, Cooking Light, House Beautiful, Country Living, Better Homes and Gardens, and People (shhh).
It wasn’t until we arrived at the cabin that we realized… neither of us packed any food. So off to the Fairway we went. As a self-labeled frugalite, I can’t tell you how much it pained me to have to buy the eggs, lemons, and herbs that we have so much of in the backyard at home. I thought about throwing a hissy fit, but decided against it when I realized I was standing next to somebody’s perfectly behaved toddler. With pursed lips, we limped our cart onward, and checked out of the market with $87 of the most basic of food items.
By the next morning, my mood had brightened. As it dawned upon me, I realized I had nowhere to go! No one to answer to! Nothing to do! So I imbibed in the sunrise; I eavesdropped on the blue jays; I hatched a plan for breakfast.
Did you know it only takes a few minutes to whip up a basic hollandaise sauce? Had I known this in college, I would have skipped the dry Knorr packages where all I had to do was add water. And I shouldn’t have to convince you that my way is way better. Way.
Source: Rustic Garden Bistro