Brunch is the illegitimate love-child of breakfast and lunch. The two met over Bloody Marys and Mimosas in the early afternoon to discuss the events of last night and the hangovers of today. One thing led to another and all I can say is I absolutely love the resulting little bastard. But what then do we call the clandestine affair that goes on all too often when dinner hasn't been faithful and begins devilish flirtations with breakfast? It is dirty. It is wrong. It feels so right. In this case the torrid rendezvous consists of blue potatoes shown here in two stages. First, brown sugar and cracked black pepper bacon were seared in the cast iron skillet saving the rendered fat to cook the potatoes. Fresh rosemary, garlic, onion, and crushed chipotle peppers complete the seasoning. Add to that saffron eggs served sunny-side up and you have the culinary version of a long weekend spent in vegas with your best friend's wife.
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