From ONE to THREE (The Coffee Press Saga)

If anyone follows my tweets on @blissfulcow, they will notice my coffee obsession. I only drink one cup (mug) in the morning and if I ever have another during the day, it’s a rare occasion. So that one cup of Joe is like liquid gold. Each sip is precious, soothing, and satisfying. I guess it was becoming obvious because, I was given three coffee presses in a span of one month. Thank you very much. One was a birthday gift, the two others were “pasalubongs” from my mom’s travels all because my coffee press for years shattered into smithereens.

Yesterday, my yaya comes up to my room with my usual coffee set up. As she was heating up the water for my coffee, she says that the @LacaFetiere was misaligned. Upon checking it, the discs, filter, and rubber ring were not attaching to each other anymore. Frack! What the hell happened? I can get mad and go on about how people need to take care of things especially when they do not belong to you. Simply to be mindful and careful. So, yes I was frustrated and mad because of it. But really? What can my yaya do? What can I do? Sigh. I asked my friend where he got the press just in case they have replacement parts (cross fingers). I just called and sadly they don’t. Oh well, I’ll get it some other way. Beaker is still intact though so there is still hope. I thoroughly cleaned the broken pieces and put them back in the box it came in. Setting it aside for the meantime.

Because I have this love affair with Philippine Coffees, I like to try different brands and kinds. I picked up a pack of Cafe de Lipa on a grocery run. The aroma itself is intoxicatingly divine. Then again, it does depend on how you prepare it ya? Sinful but good, I still use a tablespoon of condensed milk with my heaping scoop (from the coffee press) for my coffee. Heaven in a cup each time. Isn’t it a better way to start your day? Coffee cheers everyone!



Baked Eggs

Most of you probably spend your weekends with your significant others, plan or go on out of town trips with the kiddos, drink, go out and be merry. I spent last night at home thinking of what my breakfast would be. Yeah, something as mundane as that. I wasn’t seriously watching the Twitter timeline, it was the same banana. No offense of course. Off to lalalaland I went at 4:30am. I simply couldn’t sleep. After “chatting” with some twitter folk about food, I decided that I would treat myself to Baked Eggs in the morning or whatever time I would wake up. Knowing that I didn’t have my favorite barako coffee (ahem, wink wink) waiting for me in the morning, I wasn’t too keen on getting out of bed or even ask my yaya for breakfast. I decided to NOT be a sour grape and make something instead. Baked Eggs it is then.

I must have blogged about this before and don’t mind blogging about it again. Credit should be given where credit is due. My inspiration for my Baked Eggs are @samanthasotto and @mymomfriday. Thank you very much. Trying to stick to the original recipe as much as possible, we all know that when cooking is involved, one has to learn how to make use of what is available or substitute whenever possible.

I’m the sort of kind of cook who relies on preparations simply because I am hemiplegic. Before I go down to the kitchen, I already call the cook or my yaya in advance to prepare ingredients and chop or grate whatever is needed to my specifications. This is what I needed:

2 strips of bacon, chopped and fried
Half of a small onion, finely chopped or grated, sauteed with bacon
2 or 3 mushrooms, thinly sliced, added to the bacon-onion mixture
2-3 Fresh Basil, torn up or 1 teaspoon dried basil.
3 kinds of cheese, grated (I had Monterey Jack, Cheddar, & Singles on hand)
2 large fresh eggs
Truffle Oil (optional but it makes a difference, sinful in fact)

I line the bottom of an ovenproof Pyrex with half of the Bacon-Onion-Mushroom-Basil mixture and half of the grated cheese. I crack two eggs side by side covering the mixture below. I use two Single Cheese slices to cover the eggs. I finish it off by topping the rest of the B.O.M.B. and bake to perfection (about 10-15 minutes in the toaster oven).

See the creamy yolk goodness? Hmm, next time i’ll poke the yolks to evenly distribute it.

(Drumming my fingers til my Barako coffee comes; praying that it comes). Had to settle with the helpers Nescafe instant coffee, condensed milk, and Gardenia pandesal. Breakfast cheers everyone.