Okay, it seems I owe someone an apology.
I publicly, directly, and vociferously told my friend she was crazy. I didn't say stupid, but I did imply a certain level of abnormality.
She eats greens for breakfast. Kale, chard, spinach, whatever. She does. And I told her how nutsoid that was. I tried to back-pedal a bit, to soften a bit, after the initial expression of disapproval had left my mouth. "Well, I like greens and all, but I
can't imagine ever having them before lunchtime."
I do try to make cooked greens every once and a while for dinner. But lately I've been trying to make them more often--once or twice a week, even. As you can imagine, this leaves me with lots of leftover greens. Kale, chard, broccoli raab, whatever. The creamed spinach tends to get polished off, but the rest of them tend not to get themselves voraciously eaten. I often have them for lunch the next day. (I really do like greens.)
Well, one morning about two months ago, we were out of fruit. I don't like to have a meal without a fruit or vegetable, so I decided to have, instead of my usual yogurt and fresh fruit, a poached egg over toast. And since I had all this leftover chard, I decided to make it a poached egg over chard over toast.
It was delicious.
I did this several times over the next few weeks--toast and egg with the previous night's leftover greens.
And then, this morning, the unthinkable.
I made greens fresh this morning. Just so that I could have greens for breakfast.
Elizabeth, I hereby apologize publicly for questioning your sanity. And I admit that you were completely and totally right.
Feel free to smile smugly in my direction.