There’s an electrical storm of impressive strength rattling the neighbourhood at the moment. It stalled here, and here it sits. We’ve been listening to thunder for well over an hour now. Time to shut-down the computer (power surges aren’t good for computers), and make lunch. I had a bag of brown closed-cup mushrooms, a swirlable amount of half-fat cream, fresh thyme, chives and parsley from the herb garden, and sliced sourdough in the freezer. I love that my toaster can do its thing to frozen bread, and I’d be none the wiser as to original state: frozen like a brick or fresh out of the oven.
So while the storm had its way with the Mother Nature, I sliced up the mushrooms and herbs, sautéed them in olive oil, toasted the bread, swished some cream around the mushroom mixture, and poured it over the toast.
This is comfort food for me. I love it. Any sort of sauce over toast makes me happy. I mean, lunch needn’t always be a sandwich, right?