The alarm clock shot music through our room at 6 a.m. this morning, as if it was released from a cannon. It was too loud, too forgettable and persistent, fighting back every time I hit that large snooze button. I fought it. The song won.
My wife and I had a shoot to wake up for, hence the early wake-up call on a normally relaxed Saturday morning. She hurried off to start the coffee and pack the cameras as I drifted in and out of sleep for a few more minutes. A little bit longer. It was a losing battle but I was set on knocking out a few more zzz’s. The alarm clock played the villain once again.
By the time I slipped out of bed and got ready it was almost time to head out. My wife was shooting an engagement session and I was going to play second shooter. You know, stand back and shoot the candid stuff. All fun, no pressure. And it was a chance to spend some quality weekend time with my wife.
As soon as we arrived we tested the camera in the light and waited for the couple to arrive. It was a beautiful morning, a change from the previous few days when the only sun to emerge played hide and seek with the clouds. That’s when my mind wandered and started thinking about breakfast. It was 7:30am and my mind is drifting back and forth between my kitchen table and the shoot about to take place. Now.
The couple arrived and we got to work. The camera was knocking out picture after picture. My mind had settled and slipped into the moment. A beautiful moment. Our cameras danced from one to the other while the couple exhaled and relaxed and enjoyed the moment. Their moment.
I remember when my wife called it a wrap. It was as if someone pulled the curtain back in my mind and I could see the light again. Food. Hunger. Now. The wait was nearly over.
Nearly.
I stopped at the market on my way home. My wife was anxious to get home and back to work but I wanted to pick up some local eggs, bacon, tomatoes and spinach. A pit stop. I had been thinking about making a breakfast sandwich for a couple of weeks but I’ve been settling on something else each time. But not this time. I was locked in on a Poached Egg Sandwich. My poached egg sandwich.
My wife went straight upstairs to work on editing the photos. I went to work downstairs. Two familiar stations, two worlds connected. I oven toasted the muffins and cooked off the bacon. I layered spinach and tomatoes and Parmesan with the poached egg and bacon. It was worth the wait. Almost.
This sandwich satisfied those early morning weekend cravings. Cravings on hiatus for a couple of hours but that came to fruition. It made up for the early start. Slightly salty and crispy and packed with flavour. Saturday breakfast that I could get used to and the perfect start to the day. Both times.
From my kitchen to yours, happy eating!
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Love this! Just made it and added avocado. Used lettuce instead of spinach because I was out but it turned out amazing none the less. Great recipe!
You guys make me want to read your stories, eat, enjoy life… in a super way! What a lovely post!