This past Sunday Andrew was invited to go mountain biking with a friend. We had to clean the house (after several month’s accumulation for kitty hair, my hair and other detritus) and take the Christmas tree to the dump (yes we waited until the end of January…) so, outdoor exercise was once again put to the wayside. What better way to make up for not practicing personal fitness than eating the weight of a small cat in butter and cheese sauce? Croque Madames are magical things. Rustic bread slathered with tangy dijon, encasing ham and nutty Gruyère and topped with a cheese sauce of whole milk, butter, flour, parmesan, Gruyère and a pinch of nutmeg and finished with a perfectly cooked egg, sunny side up. so simple yet so delicious and a great way to kick off a day of toilet scrubbing and stair vacuuming.
Eating Croque Madames and NOT mountainbiking
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