i seldom go to yoga classes, but today i did. hatha yoga. the focus is on your breathe.
i had a text from shunafresh with answers to the question: i'm in pdx where must i go? this was how i found random order coffehouse and bakery. i introduced myself to the baker, but i didn't say good-bye when i left. it wasn't exactly that the bacon cheddar scallion muffin made me cry, but as i sat eating and looking up at their menu board i couldn't help it.
bob's red mill corn, handmade all butter crust, maybe 13 flavors of pie. one day into my trip and i'd already gotten a lot of the perspective i was looking for. i missed my pepples. i miss working with high integrity food. i was humbled by this muffin, and a day or two later the coconut cream pie.
i went back to my friends house and made everyone breakfast. it was a frittata in honor of spring portland style. here is the recipe:
big yukon gold potatoes from the bargain bin at alberta food co-op sliced and simmered until tender in salted water.
yellow onion and fennel cut saute slice and caramelized in raw butter
5 chicken eggs from chickens we knew personally whisked together with a splash of raw milk, basil, the last green onion in the house and a few lonely tablespoons of goatcheese.
potatoes get added to onion fennel mixture, and then egg mixture to that. all gets baked in a 325 oven until just set in the center.
my friend and i ate outside by the coop.