For the Love of Nutella

This weekend I had the naughtiest breakfast. It was sinful. It was an artery clogging nightmare. But, Florian was cooking, so I went along with it anyway...what's a girl to do when breakfast is willingly made by the bf? Let me tell you what I did- I ATE.

So here's the 411 on the to-die-for breakfast. I originally had it during the summer made by the one and only, love guru. Then, when his mom was visiting from Romania, she made it for us, and I just about died- of a heart attack. And I stuffed myself silly.

It's called Tochitura. And it's a traditional Romanian dish made with eggs, sunny side up (or as my roommate calls them, "dippy eggs"), and fried up pork and sausage (this week, I had a few tiny pieces of chicken), and fresh feta cheese, over which is poured some very warm polenta.



This is how you eat it:
Get a fork- the bigger the better.
Get a little piece of egg on your spoon.
Then add the meat.
Then some polenta with feta.
Put it in your mouth.
LOVE.

And that's it, but the trick is to put a bite of everything on the fork at one time. The flavors mix so nicely together, and only leave you begging for more. Which is why my plate was practically licked clean, and I was left panting. Panting because I had eaten so much in such a short period of time. Panting because I was full up to my chinny chin chin, and any more tochitura would have put me into a food induced coma, or would have caused some spillage. (Sorry for the terrible mental image, but I just had to do it.)

Anyway, look up tochitura, or ask me exactly how to make it. I guarrantee that you'll love it and that you'll be napping 5 minutes after you gobble down your breakfast.