In the rush before yesterday's snowpocolypse, Harris Teeter ran out of a key staple of our Saturday morning breakfast: Morningstar veggie sausage patties. So we settled for veggie sausage "crumbles," introducing an unwelcome guest, cursed caraway seeds, into our scrambled eggs. As for the decision to go with Aunt Jemima (instead of Eggo) for our blueberry waffles, that was just Keryn's lunacy. I did manage to pull together a pot of roasted tomato soup (not pictured), that was well received by our downstairs neighbors. One misstep worth Pipónerating: I neglected to decapitate the unpeeled garlic gloves, and they ended up black as night and hard as rock, if you'll pardon the cliches (and the amateur cooking error). Thankfully, the roasted tomatoes, broth and heavy cream held their own.
