Breakfast served all day. The most exciting words you’ll ever see printed on a menu. Our house is the philosophical equivalent. When isn’t it a good time to have breakfast? I can’t think of one. A dish like this makes you wonder why you ever go out to eat.
I suppose you have to like scrambled eggs. I was in the camp of hating scrambled eggs for years. Let’s tally that in a column of “things people and restaurants have screwed up so badly they’ve ruined it for me.” Thankfully I’ve put my own little world right. Scrambled eggs made with love and attention, not cooked to within an inch of existence, and given a few minutes of thought are ohmygodthatsunbelievable!!! Dry scrambled eggs are best used to prop a door open. I know that’s personal taste, but really, who wants dry eggs? Continue reading