This scrumptious little plate of yumminess has fast become one of our favorite breakfasts. Not only is it pretty, it’s filling, low-carb, healthy and quick. Sounds pretty darn perfect, huh? Stick a couple slices of whole grain toast on the side and it’s a downright hearty breakfast.
I’ve noticed a strange phenomenon in my house on Saturday mornings. Usually Frank is up first and has already made the coffee and headed downstairs to his man cave/the basement, to watch his Saturday morning political shows. I, on the other hand, sleep in a tad later on Saturdays before shuffling out for my first mug of coffee and my cooking shows. This is ringing a bell right now so for as bad as my memory is these days, I believe that I’ve mentioned my Saturday morning routine before.
So we’re both happy. We have our morning coffee. We’re both watching our shows. Eventually Marc gets up and we hear the melodic tones of his ukulele. The house is a happy place……aw Saturdays…..
Then something weird happens. Frank comes back upstairs and sits on the couch across from me. The next thing I know, we’re both watching a cooking show, which is not really his cup of tea. Next Marc will emerge from his bedroom and kind of loiter around the general area where we’re sitting. This goes on for a while. There’s not much conversation between us as we’re all still waking up at this point.
Then it happens…..the staring. At first it’s subtle. I look up, Frank smiles then looks back at his computer or the tv. Marc mumbles, shifts his stance, maybe sits directly behind me at the little dining table off of the living room, staring into the back of my head. Yes, I can feel it. Eventually, the subtle glances, become longer stares which lead to desperate glaring. Conclusion, the men folk are hungry and wondering if I’m planning on doing anything about it.
I must confess that Frank is pretty easy going in that he’ll get up and make one heck of an omelette if I’m not moving fast enough to rectify the hunger situation. However, like anyone else, he’ll first make sure that I’m not inclined to feed him first. Usually I am. Lucky boy.
I’ve made this Roasted Asparagus with Fried Eggs and Shaved Parmesan a few times now and I think he loves me more after he’s eaten it. Marc loves it too and usually shoves it between two slices of bread. Everything is a potential sandwich to Marc.
First I roast the asparagus. Towards the end of the roasting I cook my eggs so that they can slide on top when the asparagus hot out of the oven.
Next, shave on some Parmesan and seasonings. I had some chives on hand so they made a nice touch as well. I also sprinkled on a small amount of Seasoned Salt and a pinch of paprika. A little pepper sealed the deal. Enjoy!
- 1 bunch of asparagus with the tough ends trimmed
- drizzle of olive oil
- salt and pepper
- 4 eggs
- 2 Tbsp. chives, chopped
- 8 or more shavings of Parmesan cheese
- pinch of seasoned salt
- pinch of paprika
- Preheat your oven to 400 degrees.
- Put the trimmed asparagus on a baking pan with a drizzle of olive oil and salt and pepper. Use your hands to toss around until the asparagus is coated evenly.
- Roast for 12 to 15 minutes.
- While the asparagus is roasting, chop your chives and shave the Parmesan.
- A few minutes before the asparagus is done, fry your eggs in a little butter. We like ours over easy, but sunny side up works just as well.
- Portion the asparagus onto two plates or even three plates if you're flying more eggs.
- Slide the eggs on top and sprinkle with the chives, Parmesan shavings and your seasonings.