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Festival Food: Scrambled Eggy Bread with Mushrooms

fox and stove
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Just spent the weekend at the Meadowlands Festival, volunteering with the Radio Reverb team.  I did a couple of stage managing shifts and helped out in the crew kitchen.  We cooked up some delicious dishes working with minimal supplies and cooking facilities.

The most surprising dish I prepared was on Monday morning. While the crew finished taking down and packing up the gear, I turned on the stove and prepared breakfast.

We had some leftovers from Saturday’s bean pots, which Sue and I had collectively prepared, so those were heated up and served with the main dish: Scrambled Eggie Bread with Mushrooms.

When I started out making this dish, I had no idea it was going to turn out like scrambled eggs, but due to the facilities that’s what we ended up with and I realized it’s a good way to feed lots of people with limited resources.

I had 8 eggs and a loaf of thinly sliced, very squishy, baker’s whole wheat bread and about 1.5 kilo of fresh mushrooms.   I sauteed the mushrooms whole, cooking them down until they were soft.  While they cooked I beat the eggs and added about 1/4 cup of milk, then slice by slice, dipped the bread and set it aside in a stack.

The only non-stick pan I had was a wok, and I had no idea at all how I was going make French toast, or eggie bread as the Brits call it, in a wok.  Figuring the pieces needed to be smaller to be woked,  I cut the slices of soaked bread into quarters, then layered them in the wok.

It quickly became apparent that a wok is not suitable for cooking a stack of French toast!  As I started turning the quartered bread slices they started falling apart. After turning for a while, I saw that the slices of bread were looking more like scrambled eggs than the French toast I’d envisioned

French Toast
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Scrambled Eggs
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…so I decided to go with it, constantly turning, as one does when cooking in a wok, and cutting up the more resilient pieces of bread with the edge of the slotted spoon.  When it was cooked, I added the mushrooms, and voila, Scrambled Eggy Bread with Mushrooms.

On the taste end of things, I thought it was a bit bland and dry. Not sure what kind of spices would have helped.  Whenever I tasted it as it was cooking, the Canadian in me kept thinking it really needed maple syrup.    On the savory side – fresh tomatoes, onions, chives, garlic, basil, coriander, freshly ground pepper, more salt – all might have resolved the blandness of the eggie bread.  As we had none of that, nor any maple syrup,  I served it with optional left over bean dishes, which were spicy and a bit runny, so one offset the other.

I think if one were making scrambled egg and mushrooms for a gang of people and wanted to stretch the eggs, this is a good solution, yet it needs spicing up a little and needs to be served with something like beans with tomato sauce.

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Resident Cat

This young puss appears to come with my new flat!  He arrived at the window the day I moved in; rubbed himself all around the window frame but didn’t enter. Then the weather got cold and I closed the window. No sooner had I started to open the window again, and he returned. He comes well-groomed and well-fed, and wearing a collar – complete with ID. There’s a little white tag with his home phone number on one side, and his vet’s number on the other. So yesterday I rang home.
“Hi there, are you missing a cat?”
“Oh which one do you have? Stripey collar?”
“Not sure, but this is his phone number.”
“Well, if it’s the stripey collar, that’s Miffy.”
“He’s a grey tabby.”
“He’s actually a Bengal. Is he all right.”
“Oh, he’s fine.,”
“Is he bothering you?”
“Not at all, he’s sleeping on the bed.”
“Where do you live?”

Addresses are exchanged. He lives in the house which backs onto mine.

“He loves to visit. He has friends all over the neighbourhood. We’re always getting calls asking if we miss him. We don’t restrain him.”

Tonight I heard them calling him. I didn’t think he was here, he wasn’t on the bed. Then when I came to bed, there he was curled on the duvet which had slipped onto the floor. When I came into my bedroom, he started to meow. He seems to like it here. Either that, or he knows how much I enjoy his visits.

And the best part? I don’t pay the vet bill, or do the food shopping, or change the litter box!

Miffy statue at her own square, Nijntje Pleint...
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He may be Miffy to his owners, but he’s Zemanta to me! Besides, Miffy’s a rabbit!