The Sunday breakfast strata...a little warm up for the Grand Canyon. Stale bread reconstituted among layers of sauteed onions, mushrooms, cheddar cheese, eggs and milk. Fun to assemble the night before, amazing to smell while baking the next morning, scandalously puffed and golden when removed from the oven, but best of all to share with excellent and extremely rodent-friendly company, in this case my blog pal from up North, the Brooklyn Bachelor, and the charming and amusing OHS, who told a surprising tale of pedicures aided by toe-nibbling fish. Maybe in Sedona?
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