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Receta Baked Eggs in Tomatoes...
by Nan Slaughter

To say the mister suffers from Reverse Darwinism is only stating the truth. He cannot follow SIMPLE orders requests to save himself! While I was away he was supposed to remove the final vistages of Christmas...the lights on the house, the garland around the door, the plastic Frosty and his family (yes, a plastic Frosty, what of it?!), etc., which is about a 10 minute deal. But did he? No...no, he did not. Did he do his own laundry while I was away? Nope. Did he bother to turn on the dishwasher? Naw, not a chance. Did he clean up after the Wonder Dog when he made a little "sculpture" in the living room? Negatory. So what did the mister do while I was away? He slopped food on the nightstand. He dripped Diet Coke down the stairs. And he had the tree in front of the dining room window CHOPPED DOWN.

Last Spring I casually said, "We should probably take that tree out, it's got a disease, is never going to look good, and we could put a fountain in it's place!" That was NINE months ago. Nothing has been said since about that tree. Nothing. I'm simply illuminating, for you, as a public courtesy, ONE of the mister's issues - you know, in case you ever have the chance to talk with him and say, ask him a question...you will know he has a delay. A NINE-MONTH delay. I will admit to a ten-minute delay, fifteen tops, and that's only because I've given birth - twice - that's a proven cause and effect. Now the tree is gone and there's been no mention of a fountain...perhaps I'll see it in nine months? And if I don't take down the Christmas lights I suppose I can expect the mister to get to them by September.

For his "Honey I'm Home" breakfast, I served the mister Baked Eggs in Tomatoes, not as a reward mind you, but because I took pity on him...someone had to - it must be hard going through life dragging one's knuckles on the ground! Mushrooms and onions are sauteed in olive oil until browned, then spooned into scooped out tomato "shells." An egg is cracked on top and they are then baked for about thirty minutes - giving you plenty of time to cook up some grits and fry some prosciutto/bacon/sausage. The mister said these are worth FOUR dangs...would have given them FIVE if they'd had cheese on top...but alas, they did not.

Preheat oven to 375 degrees. In a small skillet, heat olive oil over medium-high heat, add onion and mushrooms and cook for about 6 to 7 minutes, until onions are soft and mushrooms are slightly browned; season with salt and pepper to taste. While mushrooms/onions are cooking, slice off tops of tomatoes and scoop out the insides, being careful not to cut through the skin. Turn upside down and drain on a paper towel. When mushroom mixture is done, spoon 1/4 of the the mixture into each tomato. Transfer tomatoes to a rimmed-baking dish or pie plate. Pack down the filling, crack 1 egg on top of each and season with salt and pepper to taste. Bake until the egg whites are opaque, (or longer if you want the yolk cooked more) about 25 to 30 minutes. Sprinkle with fresh parsley if desired. (I was fresh out of fresh parsley!) I served the mister his baked eggs on a bed of grits - which, as you know, he has to have on a weekly basis.

What about his diet you ask? He is now only dieting Monday thru Friday - going to take the weekends off and eat whatever he wants...like I mentioned above, Reverse Darwinism, it's not pretty in a grown man!