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Birthday brunch

It was my birthday, so I made myself some brunch. I don't like to make a big to-do about my birthday because it's generally a reminder to myself that another year has gone by that I haven't felt like I've accomplished anything in my life. It's a thing. Don't worry about it.
I picked up some salmon fillets at the store the other day, so I decided to bust one of them out for my celebration. I covered it in extra virgin olive oil, seasoned both sides with salt and black pepper, and broiled it on high for about 6 or so minutes.
My veggie bowls, starting at the top and going clockwise:
  1. Sliced endive and julienned radish
  2. Thinly sliced yellow onion and a basil leaf
  3. Sliced baby bella mushroom, diced orange bell pepper, and slivered garlic
  4. Minced basil, minced parsley, minced garlic, and grated parmesan
I lightly sautéed bowl 1 for a minute, then dumped in bowl 2 until the mushrooms were just starting to soften, then it came off the heat. While that was going (and the fish was broiling), I went ahead and poached an egg, too, because I finally got that to work.
I added some extra virgin olive oil to bowl #4 for a nice basil and parsley pesto, then spooned a couple circles onto my plate, then I bisected the salmon and laid a piece of each onto those pesto circles.
The poached egg went into one corner with a light dusting of cracked black pepper and a basil leaf; I spooned the veggies into the opposite corner. For the last touch, I left the onion strips on top of the salmon. It was a delicious, light meal, and it really hit the spot.
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