We live....

We didn't abandon the blog. Okay, well we did. For awhile.

But it seems I may need to revive it again.

Recent experiments show that Mac has devolped some kind of wheat or gluten intolerance. When he avoids the bread....he feel good. So, yay for me. Now I get to figure out what to use to replace bread, and noodles.

As a weekly budget saver, we were doing breakfast for dinner (also known as BFD) one night a week here. But now, no toast. No pancakes, no waffles, no French toast. Gotta think of something new.

Thus was "Eggs Beauregard" born. Out of necessity.

First thing I did was make some grit cakes. I made up a batch of grits and let it get a little thick. Then I poured that into a lightly buttered 9 inch square pan and covered it with cling film overnight. It hardened up nicely, into pretty squares of white slightly creamy goodness.

Then we took roughly a pound and a half of manager's special sirloin steak. (Pork would work here as well.) Chunked up the meat and cooked that with a diced onion until they were cooked, then added a 14.5 ounce can of "petite diced" tomatoes. This first time, all I could find in the pantry was a can flavored with garlic and olive oil, but it worked. We also threw in about 4 large cloves of minced garlic. We cooked that all together, then let it cool. (Yes, we made grillades.)

We cut the grits into quarters in the pan, and they were slippery. In fact, one made a break for it and escaped. We were careful with the others. We salted and peppered those squares and sprinkled a very light coating of flour on them (which may not be needed) before pan frying them in a little canola oil. We heated our meat and tomato mixture back up, and poached some eggs. We also whipped up a little remoulade by mixing mayonnaise with a capful of cider vineagar and some Louisiana hot sauce.

Then we assembled the whole thing like eggs Benedict.

From the plate up, it was grit cake, grillades, poached eggs, remoulade sauce, salt, pepper and a garnish of parsley.

Easily one of the best things I have ever put into my mouth. (Sorry, honey)