January 3rd, 2010 by Sherry

We’ve been eating a lot of take out over these Holidays. With the house in a Christmas festivity mess, then adding to the post Christmas organizational disasters here and there, (after all, it always has to get DISorganized before the organization can begin) coupled with the fact that I’ve been really lazy and my family members are even lazier, cooking hasn’t been a top priority.
(although, I must say, laziness HAS been a top priority this Christmas break, and I am SO very sorry to see it end tomorrow morning)
Anyway…it was coffee time this morning, and I was famished so I decided that it was time to make a home made breakfast. One problem, Old Mother Heitmeyer’s cupboards were (are still) bare.
Oh what to do.
I knew I had eggs in there, because I bought a gazillion dozens before Christmas with the intent to do enough baking to give the entire planet diabetes, and a mountain of those Pillsbury Crescent Roll thingers….
….you know, these things:

and some shitty low fat cheese that tastes like rubber.
Mmmm, nummy huh? I know, you can’t wait to be invited to my house for breakfast, can you?!
Anyway…what’s a girl to do but throw it all together and stick it in the oven? So I did.

I cracked the eggs, grated the rubber cheese, popped the Pillsbury can (which is always the fun part) and layed out the tiny triangles of goodness. Then I dipped the Pillsbury triangles into the beaten egg mixture, layed them on a no stick cookie sheet, coated them in the grated cheese, and rolled them up. The end result looked like this:

The cooking instructions on the package, for the buns themselves, say to bake for 10 to 13 minutes, so I set the oven timer as such, and while they were baking my kitchen filled with the smell of delicious.

I paired the cheese buns with some scrambled eggs, and the end result was awesome. They were super tasty, which is kind of disappointing because I was actually looking forward to doing this really great, mouth watering blog post, and then telling you that they tasted like ass, and to not make them.
Which would have been hilarious, if only to me.

(please excuse the Corel plate that went out of style 25 years ago, and the fact that I still have no clue how to focus the “nifty fifty” lens on my new Canon 50D)