We had all slept over at our oldest daughter Erin's house, and in the morning we needed to make breakfast for 8 adults and five grandchildren (little Whitney still drinks a bottle) LOL
I have a favorite recipe that lets me make breakfast all at once, and not have to mess with separate fry pans of eggs, ham, taters, toast etc.
This recipe is called Biscuit Breakfast Bake.
Jameson enjoys the tv show about Junior Master Chef and spends time in the kitchen. He even asked me when can he come and make cookies at my house again.
My little Master Chef did sooo good! He sprayed the pans liberally with Pam, and helped snip up three refrigerator rolls of large flakey biscuits into quarters with a scissors.
(the little pup in the background is named Biscuit, so she got to stay and watch)
He learned to divide a one pound bag of cubed ham into thirds.... and sprinkle them into each pan.
Then he figured that three dozen eggs were the same as 36 eggs and helped crack a dozen at a time into a bowl to pour over the biscuits and ham. (only one egg broke onto the floor- oops) We don't add the milk like the top recipe says.... it seems to be too runny. We just slightly beat the eggs so there are chunks of yellow and white in the finished product.
He divided up the bag of shredded cheese and spread dried onion flakes on only one pan. We added green parsley the top and some pepper too. The ham is already salty so we omitted that. He helped cover them with tin foil and we slid them into the oven. Sooo carefully. Set the timer and waited.
About 20 minutes later they were firmed up enough to pull off the tin foil and slide them back in to brown up crisp. The flakey biscuits rise up and get crusty tips on the casserole.
There you have it, eggs, ham and toast and cheese all in one!
Cut into big squares and your group breakfast is done!
He was beaming from the praise heaped upon him by the grownups for cooking such a good breakfast. (the other kids were begging for their turn, and he explained he will teach one, each year, at Christmas, starting with the next oldest and down the line) A new tradition is born.
Afterwards, he came quietly over to me, tugging my sleeve and plaintively asked:
"Grandma, can you write down the instructions for me
so I don't forget the recipe?"
MELT MY HEART!
So I wrote it up on a piece of cardstock with a fancy backing on it and mailed it to him, in an envelope addressed to him at his house. Time for him to start his own recipe box!