We nice, though somewhat windy drive from Brownsville to Kingsville yesterday. Today was certainly different. It started raining around 4 AM, and didn't stop until late afternoon. Usually it was raining very heavily, but sometimes it looked like it was going to stop with the sky getting brighter, but alas, no such luck.
What it usually looked like. We had a short bit of hail, and the winds were getting stronger when Linda decided her basil plant, which she had raised from seed, needed to be in a safer location than under the picnic table. So out she went, stepping in water over her shoes and putting her baby in the Cherokee out of the wind. Of course I just stood at the door watching her, never thinking about taking a photo. Bad Bob.
When not rescuing plants, Linda followed what was taking place back at Retama. We knew the intensity and total amount of rainfall from the data auto-posted every minute by the rain gauge on our Davis Vantage Pro 2 weather station mounted on our coach house.
When Linda wanted a break from following the storms, she decided to fix the breakfast egg casserole dish we have been eating for breakfast. It is really easy, especially when she tells me where everything is so I can get the ingredients out, then brown the sausage and cut the English muffins, peppers and onions for her.
She got this recipe off of a friend nearly 40 years ago. It has always been eaten on Christmas morning, hence the name.
Linda's turn to work. She mixes everything but what I worked on together in a mixing bowl then adds my things and stirs it all up. She obviously knows how long to bake it, but that's not my department.
How small do want these cut dear, Bob.
Finished baking, we cut it into 16 pieces and have breakfast for over a week. We just take it out of the frig in the morning, warm it up in the microwave, then I top mine with some salsa. We have homemade pickles (I also have Hatch jalapenos) on the side. Makes for an awesome breakfast. If you haven't already guessed, we are not big eaters.
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