Crunchy Mister, with an Egg

I know this is going to sound a little odd and try not to call the feminist brigade on me, but I think being a wife has made me a better daughter to my Dad—at least repaired some of the damage done after I left the super cute can do no wrong phase and entered the shut up and chauffer me around the city while I stare out the window phase. Anyway, maybe its just maturity, or maturity combined with spending more time thinking about what movies or dinners Husband would watch and eat without gagging, but I think my ideas on building conversational bridges, usually based on food, with my Dad are getting better. Which brings me to Lunch.

The other day I decided to make Dad lunch, not just lunch, but man lunch, which surprisingly turned into non other than….a Croque Madame.

Seriously, I was going to start with grilled cheese and soup, then I remember my Dad is a grown man and my feel-better lunch, which has been pretty consistent since the second grade, may not be his, so, remembering a trip to Paris with Husband, I decided to try the Croque Monsieur instead, which is a simple, yet amazing, French ham and cheese (the secret is the Béchamel sauce drizzled over before its baked/ broiled slightly, ouuuuuuu).

A text or two later and Husband suggests something which is a consistently good idea….add a fried egg. Which interestingly enough, turns this into the far superior Croque Madame…

So here’s the recipe I fanangled: it’s got an American twist, because my parents don’t appreciate smelly cheese so unless I bring it it’s gonna be Kraft singles. None the less, it was delightful, and I’d almost bet a Euro one would be so yumied by the buttery ham and egg awesomeness one wouldn’t be thinking on how Kraft singles usually suck, because this recipe sure doesn’t.

¼ stick butter
1 tbsp. flour
¾ cup milk
Sea salt
Fresh cracked black pepper
Pinch dried cilantro
5 slices of cheese
2 slices loaf bread (I used a rosemary olive loaf, yum)
Jilly Mustard (recipe to follow, or just use Dijon)
3-4 thin slices of ham (or as much as you want)
1 egg

Preheat oven to 350

Béchamel: in small saucepan on low heat melt a slice of butter, sprinkle on the flour and whisk, then add milk slowly while whisking, don’t be afraid of the whisk, its fun. Keep stirring around until smooth, about a min, then add a slice of cheese, in bits. When it’s smooth and melted again, about a min and a half, and this is completely non-traditional but just something I like to do for color and perhaps taste, sprinkle and stir in some dried cilantro, powdered between your fingertips. Put to the side, add some cracked black pepper if you like that sort of thing (I do), and if you used unsalted butter, a small pinch of salt.

Bread:
Heat up a skillet; add a sliver of butter for good measure. Butter the bread slices like you’re making my mothers grilled cheese, i.e., excessively. Toast the pieces of bread on the skillet on each side until brown buttery and delicious. Remove form skillet.

The Rest:
Apply mustard the one side of each slice of bread; add cheese and ham and if you need me to explain how to put a sandwich together mustard side in I don’t want you reading this anyway. Now, sandwich in sandwich form, drizzle Béchamel over the top, use your finger if needed to slick it over the top and sides. Now put it in the oven (regular or broiler for extra crispiness, I suggest the latter), for the length of time it takes to fry an egg, and that’s not a weird way of measuring time, actually fry the egg.

Now egg done, remove Croque Monsieur form oven, pick up the top, gingerly because it is obviously hot, slide that fried egg on top, put the bread back on and voila! A Croque Madam.

Today I want to write about how much I love Husband, no poetry, not even prose, just me smiling from ear to ear and saying I love you darling.

bring in the green

I mentioned Before that there’s just something about a wedding in a lush forest that tickles me happy, but we all can’t get married in the Shire (I’ve asked), so here is some inspiration on bringing in the green…

Rings!

I absolutely love my engagement ring (thank you Husband) it’s a wonderful blend of old and new that’s just so me—still, I don’t think browsing rings ever gets old, these are some unique pieces I’ve come across.

Cathy Waterman

McTeige & McClelland

Katrina Lapenne

Wedding Week

It’s pretty clear that this blog is a little all over the place (like me).

So I’m sure you all will be thrilled to hear that I am officially announcing Wedding Week. As I am up to my elbows in beautiful ideas from my favorite wedding blogs I’ve decided to share some of my favorites with you all week long, stay tuned and enjoy.

Wonderful image from Elizabeth Anna Designs, forest weddings are my sweet spot.

I love this sweet little number shown in a photo shoot by Gem Photo.

I love this idea from Cynthia Martyn, pink lemonade with matching striped straws, the vintage sewing table drawers are a cute display.

A Little More

A little more conversation....

began my engagement with a lovely civil ceremony, am now planning a wedding, looking for a career, and dealing with immigration for Husband

there's no way like your own way
more to come,

Jilly J

Writing: Lets Try This Again…

These are my delusions of reference. Success will deliver a blade, watching the light turn red will deliver a smash, too many bites will shake the earth, slough mud, crud—my errant thoughts are like the small red bugs poisoning the feed. How can I let him heal me, when I cannot stand to stand down, cannot stand to uncoil myself long enough to chance not being able to pounce.

Posting Under the Influence

note I. the unsubtle notes of cherry drifting out of a bottle of Nyquil smell awesome

note II. Nyquil itself, however, does not elicit a reaction any different from the grape flavored Dimetapp of my childhood

note III. Husband was dubious that said reaction would persist into adulthood

note IV. Husband is now cleaning the new dinner tray he wisely placed in front of me after providing the aforementioned bottle

note V. cherry Nyquil smells just as awesome after having graced the inner most passages of one's nose


feel better all,
Jilly J

Hello world

BRB, my cup isn't full.  Not in a half empty/half full way, simply in a lacking a beverage way.

Now, where were we?

You are probably wondering where I got this ridiculous name for a blog from, which at first glance might seem grandiose and/or silly, it's actually something I say quite frequently to calm my numerous thought quibbles, but I'm sure we'll come back to that later.

It's the fourth of July; actually it's Husband's first fourth of July and I've managed to show him a spectacularly mundane time.  The rooftop fireworks are a boom-bangin and we're here, sitting side by side, watching a Brit falls for American sweetheart flick, and respectively typing away.

Thanks for clicking in.

Much Love,

Jilly J

P.S. dear Bestie, you were right, this thing you call a Tom Collins is amazing.