Sunday brunch for fangirls: Eggs Benedict Cumberbatch

I'm in Colorado this weekend visiting my dear friend Christina and her housemate, Jenna.  All three of us are members of the Cumbercollective (note: we are not "Cumberbitches," as some describe themselves...along with Benedict himself, we find that term misogynistic.)

But all three of us loved his work in Sherlock, and even more, we love his unselfconsciousness and the sheer goofy joy with which he seems to live his life.

And it doesn't hurt that he's gorgeous.  I posted this pic to Christina's Facebook wall and that kind of became our über-image of the delight-that-is-Cumberbatch.

On the first night I was here, Jenna told a story about a recent occasion when she and Christina were having breakfast at a local joint, and the waitress asked if they wanted to hear about that day's selection of "Benedicts."  Jenna asked if they had a Benedict Cumberbatch, and the waitress said, "What's that?"  One of them promptly pulled up the above pic on her phone and showed the waitress, who said, "Oh my....well, that's the image that's going to be in my head every time I say 'Benedict' now."

So, we thought it was time to invent our own Eggs Benedict Cumberbatch dish.  Here's how we did it:

Fork an English muffin (since BC has been called "the thinking woman's crumpet")...

Fry a couple of fresh eggs over hard...

Put those hard huevos on your muffin and cover with spicy salsa and slices of ripe, creamy avocado (to match that delectable green shirt in the photo)...

--then finish the whole thing with generous lashes of extra virgin olive oil.

Christina and Jenna with the final product.

Finger. Licking. Good.

[Needless to say, we are not the first to think of this...but I like to think we had the most fun doing it.]