Good morning. There’s no better breakfast than the one you make on the Sunday morning of a three-day weekend, at least if you’re not working. There’s nothing elegiac about the meal — it’s neither the first one you’ve cooked after a long week, nor the last one you’re making before getting back on the hamster wheel.
It’s just breakfast on a day sandwiched between days off: bliss. And if you don’t make it too late in the morning, it leaves a whole day to enjoy whatever it is you enjoy when you get the chance: say, a long walk through Griffith Park in Los Angeles, or a session at the skate park in Grant Park in Chicago. (Me, I’m going fishing.)
What to make? I like the idea of Çilbir (above), poached eggs with yogurt and Aleppo pepper, which our Alexa Weibel adapted from a recipe by Özlem Warren, the Turkish cooking teacher. The interplay of the poached eggs with the creamy, garlic-spiked yogurt is a delight, and I’ll mop everything up with a warm flatbread or pita.
As for the rest of the week …
If you have the day off for Memorial Day, Rick A. Martinez’s Tajín grilled chicken could make for a lovely centerpiece for a cookout. If you’re on the clock: First of all, thank you; second, make yourself Ian Fisher’s perfect spaghetti carbonara after you punch out.
I don’t know why it took me so long to discover the pleasures of store-bought cooked beets for weeknight cooking. Now that I have, though, Yewande Komolafe’s recipe for beet salad with coriander-yogurt dressing has joined the regular rotation.
Hetty McKinnon’s recipe for stir-fried cucumber with tofu is a vegan take on the more traditional Chinese stir-fry of cucumber and pork, with plenty of acid to even out the heat. (The recipe calls for Sichuan chile flakes, for which you can just smash some Sichuan peppercorns beneath a clean pan or with the side of your butcher’s knife.)
On the cusp of the weekend and desirous of entering into a food coma for the Rays-Red Sox game on Friday night? My adapted-for-adults recipe for the Screaming Eagle cheese-steak sub served in the Boston College cafeteria suits — and how. It’s a nasty-fantastic amalgam of cheese and meat and grease and bread, and one of my favorite sandwiches.