I love oats. Eating them takes me back instantly to my childhood. Sitting around my cousins table, surrounded by people I have so many fantastic memories with.
We would eat it with fresh cream that came from the cows milked earlier that morning. Truly a flavour of my childhood, simple yet transformative. It is amazing how one taste can transport you back to a moment in time as if were yesterday! And a flavour memory I refer back to often.
Looking to do some baking this morning I had oats on my mind. I have an amazing maple bread recipe that I love and have to share soon, but with a bunch of fresh berries in the fridge I thought muffins would be perfect.
I had been planning on making this over the weekend.I picked up the prosciutto, cheese, green onions, I was ready to rock out the baked eggs.
Then all hell broke loose. Like something out of a movie really.
Imagine being on the phone with a long time friend, who is the passenger in his buddies truck when all of a sudden you hear him scream look out. Twice. Then nothing but the chilling sound of static. After numerous calls back you are quick to realize that they are not going to answer the phone.
The things that race through your mind in those moments. There is no question what you just heard, though you begin reasoning with yourself that maybe it was not serious, a fender bender, that they just lost the phone in the snow. They are fine. They’ll call back as soon as they get to a phone.
And then the hours begin to roll by. Nothing. So you call them back, because it is something to do while you wait, for something. Anything.
That is what happened in my kitchen on 5:09 pm Saturday night.
All thoughts of proscuitto cups, food and anything else seemed very unimportant from that moment on.
The news was infact far worse then we had imagined. The truck was hit, head on by a suspected drunk driver at 5:09:40.
After a drive of over 600 km and many many phone calls later, they were located in the ICU in one of the biggest hospitals in the city. They were both hurt badly sustaining life threatening injuries.
The next few days was like being in a dream. The range of emotions is a roller coaster ride from moment to moment. It is hard to wrap your head around a tragedy like this. It makes no sence when bad things happen to really good people. Being so scared for your friend, praying and hoping that he just gets the chance to heal. That his very best friend, who occupies one of the other beds in the ICU can find the strenght to fight hard for his life. The anger of the sencelessness of it weights heavy on ones mind and heart.
It is now early morning Thursday. The shock has worn off. Life is carrying on, though they are constantly in the forefront of my mind. I often wish I could be there, though not that it would help them. I guess that would be more in an effort to maybe feel like I was doing something. Anything. Though I do talk to Bill, in my head at night when the house is quiet. Sending him thoughts of strength, hope, love. Letting him know we are all pulling for him.
Naturally I turn to those things that have helped me work through my grief before.
I lose myself in my kitchen and cook through my worries, fears, anger. Using the nervous energy to do something constructive.
So tonight I pulled out the proscuitto. I had some left over mashed roasted garlic potatoes so whipped up some roasted garlic mini cakes. Perfect along side the proscuitto baked eggs.
I found this recipe on sweetsugarbean and knew immediately I would be making it. Please do stop by Renee’s site. Her food photos and recipes are fabulous!
The only changes I made were to use mozzarella. I would have used Regiannio Parmigiano but I have been putting off my trip to Costco. This would be amazing with it and can not wait to try the version. I used chopped green onion in place of the chives. And added the pepper before I placed the cheese on the egg.
Baked Eggs with Prosciutto and Parmesan
4-5 slices prosciutto 2 eggs 2 tbsp whipping cream 1/4 cup grated Parmesan, or Gruyere, or cheese of your choice coarse black pepper chives, finely chopped, for garnish
Line 2 ramekins with prosciutto. I had 2 1/2 slices in each.
Crack an egg in each ramekin. Drizzle 1 tbsp cream in each.
Top with cheese and cracked pepper.
Bake in the centre of a preheated 375*F oven, for about 10-15 minutes, depending on how well done you like your eggs. Sprinkle the chives.
The proscuitto gives it just the right amount of saltiness. The addition of the cream mixed with the mozzerella gave the eggs a fantastic creaminess.
To have eggs that are a touch runnier start checking them around the 8 -9 minute mark.
Just one final note about the accident on Saturday.
Checking call history on the cell phone to the police records at the hospital it took 9 minutes for someone to CALL 911 after the crash.
9 minutes. On a very busy highway. I find this disturbing.
If you happen along an accident, DO NOT assume that 911 has been called by the people around you.
Make the call. It is free and only takes a minute. You could be saving a life.