pork chop breakfast, green beans, applesauce

Strange look'n breakfast, in'nit? New American Breakfast, sixth in a series, extolling the virtue of vegetables and avoiding an over reliance on grain.

Pork loins fried and pressure cooked to tenderness earlier, like probably even a week ago, and held in the refrigerator.

Green beans steamed.

Applesauce -- one large Granny Smith (not recommended by applesauce makers -- too tart) peeled, chipped into pot, cooked on low until tender, with butter, cinnamon, processed with Grand Marnier because it was just sitting there and I thought, "Eh, what the heck."

I have a whole bag of limes on the counter, sort of in the way actually, but for some strange reason, and I do not understand this so I cannot explain the utterly contemptible laziness, but I was completely resistant to simply cutting one and squeezing it over the beans. Then the whole time I was eating it I was sitting there thinking, "This would be a lot better with lime," while they were still there available for cutting and squeezing. I guess I subconsciously figured the Granny Smith was tart enough.

Water instead of coffee because my abject laziness extended even to making coffee, although it sounds pretty good right now.

birthday cake

Boxed cake, prepared frosting.  Four layers, alternating lemon/chocolate, the chocolate layers infused with Grand Marnier.  Mandarin Orange filling, glaze made from the syrup. Lettering, chocolate ganache from chocolate chips and heavy cream squeezed from a plastic sandwich bag.

Update:

Well, there you have it.  All I can add at this point nyom nom nom nyom *licks fingers* nyom non nom  nyon is it's abso nyom nyom nom nom  smack lutely nom nom nom delicious.