Baddest Bagelwich [Egg Sandwich]

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Or more like a cheating Bagelwich.  I could call it an egg sandwich, but the inspiration comes from a bagel.

When I lived in Miami, there was this little café close to work, which delivered pretty much 70% of the breakfast for the office staff.

The office is located off an island right passed the downtown area, and once you drove over the bridge, the lazy would sit in and there was no way anyone would ever contemplate leaving or you would be stuck in traffic never to be able to return.

In fact any restaurant that had delivery was very popular on our kitchen “take out menu” board.  The motto was “let them come to us, and not us to them”.

But, back to the café…

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Deviled Eggs

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And my crazy continues to rein supreme around these parts, which mean I have not been cooking at all these past weeks.  Unless I can post how to make a awesome grilled cheese.  Let me know, because that is what we been eating for the past weeks.

But, I promise that I’m getting back to cooking.

Soon.

But, we been trying our hardest to have some fun.

Case in point.

Trying to run away from the scorching heat that we are experiencing here in Florida, this past Saturday we joined my very good friend Steph from Kitchen Kilometers and woke up at an unholy hour to hit the road early and headed north to enjoy floating down a very cold freezing Florida spring in a flotation device.

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Salmon and Asparagus party Sandwiches

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The last couple of weeks I have been dealing with some health issues and while everything turned out better than expected, there have been some adjustments, and cooking has been very low in the priority list.

That is why Sweetbites has been a bit “dark”, as they say in the theater.

Then I took a quick little weekend trip to NYC, to meet up with “my people” to do some major wedding planning.

Happy to say, that we accomplished tons in 4 days.  Colors are down, flow of event, flowers, décor, wedding dress! Hair, makeup and all the stuff that you think do not take time, until you actually start to talk about it.  We had a conversation about cake for hours.  Especially when I announced that I did not want one.

I had a major revolt from everyone in the room.  Which then erupted in cries that I was crazy and “how I could possibly NOT HAVE CAKE at the wedding”.  My MOH even went has far as telling me that she would not attend unless I had cake.

I had no choice guys.

I gave in.

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