Grown-Up Eggs

Dsc05399_1Another one from my childhood.... 

Weekend breakfasts with Nice Dad.  I would order biscuits and gravy or pancakes or French toast, but he would often order Eggs Benedict.  I didn't like eggs (that's something I've actually only grown into in the past few years), but I always thought they were so fancy and pretty looking--a perfectly round English muffin, nice pink ham, a little white pouch of yolk, all covered in golden yellow hollandaise and bright green herbs or onions.  I remember thinking, "When I'm a grown-up, that's what I'll eat."

So tonight, Sweet Husband poached the eggs, I made the hollandaise (which, by the way, is super easy to make from scratch), and wahlah--some very respectable "Grown-Up Eggs".