A few years ago daughterling wanted to make a yule log for school -- an edible kind, not a papier mache replica. In just a couple short hours we completely destroyed the kitchen and our log looked like it survived a tornado, a hurricane, and a blender.
I wish I was kidding.
But that was a couple years ago and the pain and suffering has faded. That's the only explanation I can think of that explains my delusional belief that I could make this:
It looks good doesn't it? The recipe and directions can be found over at A Delightsome Life Blog
So, I got up this morning and mixed up the eggs, sausage, and cheese. I rolled out my bread dough into a large rectangle, just as instructed.
That's where the similarities end. Eggs are slippery little devils, my friends. I TRIED to roll the damn thing up, but it kept unrolling itself. I stretched the dough and tucked it under the roll only to have it come undone again.
Meanwhile, egg and sausage leaked out the ends which I gotta tell you was kinda gross. It looked like my bread had a sudden and persistent case of diarrhea and that is a BAD association to make with your breakfast.
I tried pinching the ends closed, but it's like they were coated in baby oil. No way were those things going to stay put.
And so in the end....this is what my sad bread looked like:
Which kind of reminds me of a trilobyte, don't you think?
I'll have to blindfold my family before breakfast...I wonder if they'll think that's weird?