In an unusual turn of events we had time for a leisurely weekend breakfast. How refreshing. It was simple, passed the grandma test, and was delicious:
Farm fresh eggs; all you could possibly want. Toast made from my delightfully crude bread. (Made from flour we ground ourselves.) Homemade jelly. (Acquired by barter.) Bacon from a pig I personally knew. (Food is better if you knew it by name.) Coffee from fresh ground beans (pre-ground coffee has been banned from Curmudgeon Compound since 1950).
Nothing fancy but everything delicious.
It was also Bert Gummer approved. Short supply line and all that. The only “corporate” components were coffee beans and butter. Every bunker should be outfitted to make a good wholesome breakfast before one must face the upcoming zombie apocalypse, volcanic eruption, natural disaster, or election cycle. (Or in my case, cleaning the chimney.)
There is something about named food…
Had this pig for FFA. Her name was Gertrude, a rather large Duroc. She killed and ate all but 2 of her litter of 20. I think I got a D- for the project. She cut out about 220 lbs of meat. I HATED that pig. But she sure did taste good. REAL good. I don’t remember ham or sausage tasting that good since.