knew my daughter needed a solid breakfast today, as she has sports after school and I wanted her to start the day off right. It’s 5 am, so I look in the fridge to see what the game plan will be. Eggs, broccoli (lots! about 3-4 cups chopped), fresh garlic, cheese and for some weird reason, half a sheet of puff pastry in the freezer. Done! I parboiled the broccoli so it was almost fully cooked, and pre-heated my oven while doing so. I greased my glass pan with olive oil and put in the well-drained, chopped parboiled broccoli. I then whipped up my eggs (sans milk because I used the last drops in my coffee), added in diced garlic and herb salt. I poured the egg mixtures of the broccoli, patting down the gaps and making sure everything was well-distributed. I then sprinkled with shredded cheese and put the weird PARTIAL puff pastry sheet over the whole kit and kaboodle. More cheese added, ground pepper and in the oven it went at 350 for 25 minutes. Hey, not bad…the kitchen smelled great and it actually came out looking pretty good. My daughter came out to eat. She complained about her leggings being too baggy and grunted at the sight of breakfast. She did eat a nice giant serving with fresh pico de gallo salsa, so in my mind ‘mission accomplished’. Husband walks in and says something equally as compelling, “What is this, some sort of egg dish?” No, it’s oatmeal! I got up at 5AM to make you the weirdest looking oatmeal EVER. Anyway, perhaps I need a nap. Fancy eggs, done. Fancy response from family? Not so much. Will I get up at 5am and make them breakfast? Yep!