let's just call it fusion

On a drizzly, lonely grey Sunday morning, I had the house to myself and no intention of venturing into the cold. The heater was on and in a moment of inspiration to not spend unnecessary dollars on brunch-for-one, I instead turned to the fridge. Present were a couple of free-range eggs just before their use-by date, and I thought this could really go somewhere. Inspired by these eggs from Orangette, I chopped up a leek and set about attempting to create my own Tartine Poireaux-Oeufs Brouilles.

Molly from Orangette is now a professional blogger. This is why - her eggs looked like this:

I from Heartbreakpie am still a lawyer. This is why - my eggs looked like this:

Granted, I only had Freya's crusts from the freezer - there were no fresh baguettes in sight. I also beefed up my vege filled feast with a little frozen spinach and some grilled haloumi.

Things started off well, will me sautéing the leeks with ample butter and plenty of seasoning. I also nailed the haloumi - I'm addicted to the stuff, it's just so delicious. A cast iron frypan ensured crispy edges and a gloriously gooey inside.

 

Butter and seasoning was crucial for the leeks, and despite aiming for France and then adding a Greek-Cypriot cheese, let's just call it fusion. I usually pride myself on my scrambled egg making skills, but without a rubber spatula the results weren't pretty. It wasn't my finest work, but it was really tasty and I reckon if I was cooking for someone other than myself they would have been stoked. Maybe. Perhaps I'll seek a second opinion next time if anyone's around... I've subsequently had photographic help thrust upon me in the form of an enthusiastic DSLR wielding flatmate of mine. Watch this space for the results!