Woke up around 0600 today. Vestiges of jet-lag put me to bed early and wake me up early. It also makes me dinner-hungry at breakfast-time.

But boy, did I have a solution today.

Diced up a 3″ stub of Claypoole Bologna, courtesy of Dear Aunt Mary, browned it in a pan, then scrambled it soft with three fresh eggs. Concurrently I prepared a latte for myself and Matilda made me wheat toast. How absolutely dignified that was. Tasted phenomenol.

If you watch one Alton Brown ever, make it the “Egg” episode where he shows how to make scrambled eggs. (a pinch of salt, a small tbsp of milk, fold the egg over itself while cooking, and take it out when it still looks wet ["eggs that look done in the pan will be overdone on the plate"]) Such simple, accurate instructions.

I have about 80% of my bologna ring left.

2 Responses to “Homesick Breakfast”
  1. I must admit I never thought of using the balogna in such a manner. It will be interesting to hear what else you do do with this item. Have you chewed the ends?

  2. Oooh of course! The first thing I did was eat one of the ends. mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

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