Her Baked Eggs

August 8, 2010 · 15 comments

Once upon a time, there was a most magical Queen and King of Hospitality, living in the bodaciously gorgeous wine region of West County.

Let’s call them “Bonnie” and “Zinc.”

One glorious Saturday morning when they were hosting some poor commoners from the South Bay, Bonnie waved her magic spoon around the kitchen for a few minutes, and…

… poof!

Out of the oven came the most wonderful and fragrant brunch dish.  And as the aroma wafted throughout the castle and out into the kingdom through the kitchen window, there was great rejoicing in the land.

Bonnie waved her magic spoon again, and…

… poof!

There appeared on the picnic table a delightful array of beautiful linens…

… and ice-cold champagne in exquisite mystery stemware…

… a chunky white-fish spread and hunks of warm, fresh baguette…

… sweet succulent melon, a dainty strawberry-laced salad…

… and one enchanted prince from a far-away land who had been turned into a teeny, tiny frog by a wicked winery owner. *

Seeing Bonnie’s kind and somewhat startled face, the frog hopped out from his hiding place under the butter dish.

“Please,” said the frog. “I smelled your magical baked eggs and if I could have just one bite, I would turn back into a prince!”

Zinc, being the benevolent befriender of all things small and slimy, quickly picked up his own magic wand and cut into the eggs.

They were in-freaking-credible, and indeed, magical.

For as soon as the smell of the eggs, sausage, nutmeg, fresh herbs, and cheeses hit their noses, the four diners began to salivate and pay close attention to the accurate division of the dish into four exactly equal servings.

The moment the portions hit the plate and were joined by the salad, bread, champagne, etc., the people began to eat with much moaning and table banging and exclamations of ecstasy.

And they were all very, very happy.

Everyone, that is, except the frog, for in their enthusiasm and delight, they had completely forgotten about him and his plea for help.

The End.

*It was actually the wicked winery owner’s apprentice, the evil wedding DJ, who did the dirty work. He bet young Prince Bob, who was there for the wedding and was a tad tipsy from all the festivities, that he couldn’t say “Funky pumpin’ Monkey Punkin” three times quickly without biting his tongue. Of course, everyone knows that NO ONE can do that, and when the poor prince failed… poof!

Bob’s yer frog.

{ 14 comments… read them below or add one }

Jose M. Blanco August 13, 2010 at 1:57 pm

I love your pictures and your descriptions! The picture of the Strawberry Creek Inn’s Herb-Baked Eggs. Yum. I am on my way almost as I type, to make one. I came across your blog from a search engine opitimization blog on “bounce rate.” You never know how you get traffic!!

Thank you for the pictures, the writing, and the recipe.



rickandkathy August 14, 2010 at 11:52 am

Jose, it’s not every day that a bona fide grammarian drops by… and likes what he finds! Thanks for your kind comments. How did the eggs turn out?


Sandi Fentiman August 12, 2010 at 7:07 am

That going in your cookbook? Include the picture too.


rickandkathy August 12, 2010 at 8:57 am

Great idea, San!


Carole DiLodovico August 11, 2010 at 10:35 am

Kathy, If the beautifully prepared and presented platings were as tasty as your story telling talent, then the King and Queen and all in the kingdom truly live in a magical world!


rickandkathy August 11, 2010 at 11:56 am

Carole, it actually WAS that magical! The herb-baked eggs were just delicious: can’t wait to whip them up ourselves at home, although it’s hard to account for the impact of our friends’ glorious back yard on the whole experience. Plus, we’d have to find a frog to share it with…
Thanks for your sweet words.


Laura August 10, 2010 at 8:11 pm

I’ve been reading for awhile and just wanted to drop a note to say hi! Your pictures are beautiful and the food looks amazing. I have a two year old and another on the way and it’s so fun for me to get a peak into your world! Thank you for sharing!


rickandkathy August 11, 2010 at 8:18 am

Hello, Laura!
Thanks for dropping by and for your kind words. Your own website is very sweet, and your little guy is just killer cute!


Sue August 9, 2010 at 9:57 am

Wow, must have been a dream…I feel like I been der done dat!


rickandkathy August 10, 2010 at 11:38 am

Dontcha love it when you have a really great dream like that? 🙂


Debra August 9, 2010 at 9:40 am

OMG! really thought the “frog” wasn’t real…


rickandkathy August 10, 2010 at 11:37 am

Oh, the frog was most certainly real! It sat at Rick’s elbow almost the whole meal, but somewhere around the second to last bite, it quietly slipped off the table and on to the rest of its little froggie life.


Zinc Putney August 9, 2010 at 8:09 am

The Queen says~a great time was had by all~! Thanks for chronicling our wonderful weekend with the commoners. It was by all standards a “Funky Pumpin Monkey Punkin time. You guys are the best!


rickandkathy August 10, 2010 at 11:35 am

The pleasure was all ours, Zinckey!


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