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In a perfect world, Sundays are lazy days with nothing to do and nowhere to go. In reality, these kinds of days are rare in my world.

The first half of the day usually involves some kind of clean out of the refrigerator. I get ambitious when I shop for the week, all full of ideas of meals to cook.  But then my schedule gets full and I get home late, take out in hand.  Which means Sunday breakfast is a often a salvage of vegetables almost past their prime, and they find their way in an egg scramble or as the base for a poached egg.

On this morning, I looked in my pantry and discovered a gluten-free pancake mix about to expire.  For many reasons, I haven’t had pancakes in almost two years—sacrilege, really. So, I made a perfectly nice stack of pancakes.

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Then I started thinking about a dish I’ve seen in a restaurant I like to visit, Buvette in the West Village of NYC.  Sometimes they serve a waffle sandwich, which has a runny fried egg, cheese, and bacon, and it looks heavenly.  Since I can’t have gluten, I’ve never had the good fortune to try it.  Thinking about this, I felt inspired.

And so I played with food.

My take on that mouthwatering dish ended up as a riff on Eggs Benedict.  Instead of an English muffin, I used a pancake as the foundation.  Bacon stood in for Canadian bacon (which I’ve never understood, anyway), and a single poached egg stood high and proud on top of my breakfast mountain.  A flurry of cheddar cheese and a drizzle of maple syrup tied it all together.

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It was delicious.

I hope you find room to play this week, and that it leads to all kinds of deliciousness.

xo, with goodness and grace.

 

Sometimes you frequent a place and it becomes like a home away from home, with friendly faces who are happy to see you and are genuinely interested in how you are doing.

That’s what Perilla feels like for me.

I hadn’t been for the better part of this year, but today I returned to the restaurant in the West Village of Manhattan.  And it felt like going back home.

I happily anticipated my favorite dish for brunch, the Creamy White Grits.  When I first tried it, I was brunching alone and as I ate I audibly repeated, “mmmm” like a person possessed.  It’s that good.

Along with shrimp, peppers and bites of tasso ham, the grits are normally accompanied by a deep fried poached egg, crunchy and runny all at once – and a must try. The kitchen kindly substituted a perfectly fried egg in its place to accommodate my gluten issues.

It was as delectable as ever.

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Of course, when it’s served up with conversation reminiscent of old friends, food tastes even better.

There’s no place like home.

Perilla, 9 Jones Street, New York, NY 10014; 212.929.6868; perillanyc.com.

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