Breakfast for dinner, a blissfully boring evening at home

I spend so much of my life traveling and simply being out. I enjoy it tremendously, but sometimes it takes a quiet time alone to remind me what bliss a boring evening at home could be.

I made myself a simple scrambled egg for dinner, just because. What's wrong with craving a breakfast dish for dinner? In my own quiet corner of this world, there is no one here to please but me.

I took two brown pullet eggs, beat them with a little milk and a spoonful of crème fraîche that I happened to have on hand. I also found some morels I bought at the farmer's market last Saturday, so I cut up a few and sautéed in a bit of butter and salt until nice and tender. The eggs got scrambled, then mixed with the mushroom, plated, and sprinkled with chives. Just because it's only for me doesn't mean it couldn't be pretty. There was also a thick slice of toasted pain campagne with plenty of salted butter. A tall glass of cold milk accompanied the meal.

Bliss.