I woke up at 8:00 this morning like I was late for work. It's Sunday. Give me a break, internal alarm clock. Seeing as I wasn't going back to sleep anytime soon, and J was busy in dreamland (probably killing zombies or taking back Poland), I decided to get up and make breakfast for him. I have been craving Eggs Benedict lately and decided that's what I would make. Only, as I surveyed the contents of our fridge and pantry, I discovered a few slight problems with this plan.
We didn't have English muffins.
Or Canadian bacon.
Or the makings of Hollandaise sauce.
We did have eggs, though. A whole carton, in fact. We also had leftover steak from last night, a whole bag of spinach (buy one get one baby!) and half a loaf of Italian bread. After two sips of coffee, I was inspired to come up with a variation of Eggs Benedict that would make J fall in love with me all over again. After you read this recipe, you may just do the same. Sorry, I'm taken, but "Have Whisk, Will Travel."

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