Purslane for breakfast

Warning: This is an educational post!

When I woke up, I decided to cook up some eggs with chard and purslane. Then I threw in some rosemary and Italian parsley from my herb garden out back. I took one whiff of the finished product and decided I had to post. Then I took a bite and followed through.

The video above is a brief introduction to purslane, my new favorite plant. I'd forgotten about it, quite honestly, until I found it growing everywhere in my garden. I had a nagging suspicion I'd seen it (and eaten it) before, so I weeded around it and took some home for identification. Then I remembered: I once spent an afternoon replanting the little bugger all over a raised garden bed surrounding a British retiree's personal labyrinth.

Despite the memory, I'm a bit risk-averse, and found myself hesitant to munch on what I vaguely remembered as an old friend. I wanted to make sure I wasn't about to die eating a look-a-like. Luckily, purslane's evil twin is pretty easy to identify, since it oozes a toxic white goo out of its stems when broken (see video below).

 

Long story short, I had picked right. I threw some in my dinner a few days ago, and haven't looked back. I even gathered the purslane from around my garden and created an area just for it -- though I'm sure it will spread, I look forward to the takeover.

But this blog is about breakfast. So here is a traditional Mexican purslane-and-eggs recipe: Verdolago con Huevos. Enjoy!

Unholy sprouted quinoa

The cult of sprouts has sucked me back in. Multigrain hot cereal with sprouted quinoa, raw ("raw"?) almonds, and raisins. Cinnamon and brown sugar helped to make it palatable but digestion is going to be... brutal.

Bahhh

Today's mush.

Last night I soaked almonds and raisins to soften them for the morning. About five years ago, I soaked almonds for the first time. I left them outside my dorm window to dry. I woke to a garrulous murder of crows crowding the roof of the loggia. They returned every day for a long time, but were infinitely better than the rodent they preceded.

i ate some friggin cheerios

I live with my ex! He ate my Cheerios thinking they were his! It's okay! Really!

I had the "throwback" Cheerios. They are the same Cheerios. They have a different box.

That thing next to my cereal is a ticket to see Anvil tonight at a terrible venue that almost broke my kneecap. The soundguy must be deaf because he turns up the kick drum and nothing else. I did not pay for the ticket.

This post is stupid. See you later, suckers.

all-natural

I ate grits for breakfast a few days ago. There was a rock involved. I have not eaten breakfast since.

Bulk smash.

I am STILL pissed about those fake peanut butter puffs.

I bought a giant box of fake cornflakes yesterday for like a dollar.

They suck, too! But I think it's because corn flakes suck.

Shades of Brown

I bought this cereal because it was $2. AND IT WAS THE LAST BOX. It is the generic version of a breakfast cereal marketed by a company whose candy I no longer eat due to ethical obligations that I judge people (read: you) for not upholding. More on the cereal in a paragraph or two.


I took this photo with my cell phone. I take all my photos with my cell phone these days. (A brief aside: I'm told that my generation prefers the sound of mp3s to that of higher-fidelity formats. Since the non-mp3s I encounter these days are such high-fidelity formats as cassettes, radio static and what I can remember of The Dope Show, this is an argument I'm unprepared to tackle. However, I buy the premise. I prefer cell phone photographs to the ones I see lazing about on museum walls and fading in and out on graphic design websites. There's just something about the format, MANNNNNNN. The low quality primitive. And raw, or whatever. IT SPEAKS TO ME.) So if you have complaints about the photos or whatever, I'd love to hear them. Tell me about the rule of thirds.


Anyway, this cereal fucking sucks. It is, to my immediate and ongoing dismay, inferior to the original. Not even worth writing about.