So, Gabe brings the idea to me to make "Breakfast Cake." He was inspired by breakfast casserole a few weeks ago, and intrigued by the concept of bringing more inappropriate things to breakfast time. It's a good thing the Idea Man lives with the Implementer.
This thing is chock-full of breakfast...
Started off with thawing some frozen Italian sausage Brown up that sausage a bit That looks plenty good Chop up some red, yellow and orange peppers That's a colorful bunch Some awesome sharp white cheddar Cheese is grated The missing ingredients... including cake pans. Also, these are not my World of Warcraft cards. Gabe is back with the groceries 8 eggs, 2 cups of Bisquick, 2 cups of milk, whisked briskly Add peppers And onions And Italian sausage Stir it all together... but this doesn't seem done yet... Ah, bacon. Now we're on the right track. Let's just stir that in Don't forget that cheese. Add about a handful or two Tough as it may be, stir away. This is about where the doubts start creeping in. Add some spices (garlic, cumin, oregano, white pepper, paprika, red pepper, kosher salt) Whisk whisk whisk! Mmmmmm, that's a beautiful bowl of vomit.
The kitten is uninterested. Pam up some of those brand new cake pans Scoop the vomitous blobs into the cake pans Yeah. Plan on eating that later. Cover in tin foil, throw in the oven at 375 for, like, an hour. May as well go mow the lawn Cakes are getting close, time to start getting going again. Time to cook up that country gravy. Yeah, it's packets, but we're not puritans around here. Instead of 2 packets and 4 cups of water, we used 2 packets, 1 cup of water, 2 cups of milk and an egg... for some reason. Breakfast wouldn't be breakfast without beer and coffee This is looking good. The toothpick comes out clean. No cooling rack, but we have super cheepo pans OMG OMG OMG! This is about the point where we realized that this may actually be possible. You're basically looking at a stiff enough quiche to support another layer. Touch. Sproing. More bacon, fried up in the microwave, chopped and mixed with some onions to sauté. The other, thicker cake half came out just as beautiful as the first. Time to begin the 'icing' process. The country gravy thickened up awful nicely. The bottom half is covered with a nice healthy layer of country gravy. Time to add a layer of Italian sausage. Beautiful. Here's that bacon and onions. We'll throw that into the middle layer. Oh, don't forget the cheese Just want to bake this up for about 5 minutes to melt the cheese and get things gellin' a little It looks good! Transfer it to its final serving place Take the top half, flip it and cover with another layer of 'icing' Sammich the whole works together Mmmm, cake burger The icing process begins More icing Doesn't that look great? The cat, still, could not care less Let's seal that last little bit up Now Kayla comes along to work the decoration tip. Plastic baggie, filled with remaining gravy, with a corner cut out. Squirt squirt Pretty pretty Took the remaining peppers and softened them up a bit over low heat for decoration Oh my god that's a cake Well, we have remaining sausage. At this point, we're just playing with our food Decorating crew Holy hell Is so pretty. And packed full of delicious. Adding the peppers and bacon for a little color. Top it off with some Red Hot for color, and we're golden Enjoy it while you still have arteries, you fools Winnar. Time to cut it. Is this actually going to work? That is a damned cake. Dish up! It's only 6:30PM and we're already having breakfast! This looks surprisingly like a cake. No baking and bacon experience would be complete without Michael. So we had him drive up from Issaquah to join us. I am literally filled with joy in cake form Apprehensive girl is apprehensive. Gabe is less apprehensive. The remainder so far.
It was delicious. It was so so delicious. This was a day I feel I can be proud of forever. I can die knowing I've accomplished something great in this world. I'm assuming it'll be tonight when my heart realizes the futility of trying to keep up with my taste buds.