I could, in fact, eat breakfast ANY time of day. When I was in college, I worked towards my English minor with a creative writing class. I did most of my writings at a place called Brandywine Diner in Schenectady, NY. Eggs, Cheese, Toast, coffee, pleather booths, and a never empty miniature diner cup of coffee, because when you're 20 years old, at 2AM there are few things better than a never ending supply of caffeine and food. This may have started at an early age. When my mom was too sick to cook on any given night, my dad made us veggie omelets - egg, cheese, veggies, and toast...maybe a little bacon and he knew he'd done his job as a parent. Ok, kids, all the food groups...get to bed! Eggs, veggies, cheese and potatoes were often the dinner of choice when dad worked late, too, which leads to an entirely separate conversation around my mother's frugality when it came to feeding our family.
It's Thursday...so if I showed you a picture of my fridge/pantry, your response would be somewhere between "YOU FEED A FAMILY OF 4?!?!!" and "YOU ARE SCREWED IF IT SNOWS TOMORROW." I stare into my fridge...crap. I start pulling out ingredients that work together. Potato, egg, onion, spinach, tomato, and...cheese. Ok, that covers nutritional needs...slicing the onion and potato as thin as paper, I cook them up in olive oil and butter. It smells so good at this point. After the potato is COOKED THROUGH I toss in the rest. Dinner was that giant mess in a bowl topped with some Franks Red Hot. Kind of like garbage pizza with just veggies...and egg instead of dough to hold the mess together. Maybe he was just hungry, but Pete gave it a tie with the sushi we had the night before...ok, he MUST have been starving. That said it was good and about 1/10th the cost of the sushi.
Dear Breakfast,
I love you.
Love,
Melissa
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