Knowing my preference for safe scrambled eggs, H.C. was willing to short order cook for me. Knowing his preference for fried eggs and his possession of mad kitchen skills, I smiled (apprehensively) and requested another go at fried eggs for my breakfast. Deliciously ripe cantaloupe, toasted brioche, hand pattied breakfast sausage, a mound of sauteed vegetables, and two perfectly cooked and utterly delicious fried eggs - with no runny yolks. There was no need for lunch after a morning feast like this.
Happy, happy Sunday