Disclaimer: Strong Language, like always. This is Xara we’re talking about, the woman with basically no filter unless she is on the job (even then, her filter slips at times). She feels it helps her emphasize the story and adds slightly inappropriate color.
Apparently, on the last day of January 2016, everyone wanted to eat breakfast for all of their meals, and not a goddamn thing was on the news today besides politics (What should have been on the news is National Breakfast Day; no really, they should have that instead of focusing all of their attention on the Iowa Caucuses. I’m in Georgia, on the other fucking side of the country from Iowa. I don’t CARRREEEE. Breakfast is much more important to me.). My client wanted sausage, eggs, and biscuits for lunch; and, of course, I made it for him. I heated up the sausage on the stove for a few minutes and baked frozen Grands (I know a trademark goes here) biscuits as per typical. The eggs were unique, though. I used green peppers and cheddar spread as compliments of the two scrambled eggs I made him. I could smell the cheddar and the green peppers mixing together in the egg mixture as I cooked them on a frying pan that was lined with PAM (another trademark) cooking spray. He had a lovely brunch and ate the whole thing. Meanwhile when I got home at around 5 p.m., my fiancé wanted sunny-side up eggs with bacon. His was easier to make, of course. I fried Black Forest Bacon as per typical, making sure it was the perfect texture between fucking crunchy and limp noodle. The eggs I fried without tormenting too much; I added salt, black pepper, and chives (I only broke ONE yolk, which is pretty good for me). For my eggs (yes, the bacon was prepared the same way for myself), I scrambled them with Muenster cheese and added the same concentration of salt, black pepper, and chives. What a good meal. And no, I wasn’t inspired to make breakfast from the title of my last post. It was their idea, not mine. But my dinner DID inspire me to make this post today.
BY THE WAY, I’M THE ONLY ONE WHO DRINKS COFFEE OUT OF THIS MESS, SO DON’T THINK I FORGOT ABOUT THE COFFEE. COFFEE IS SACRED; I PREMADE A POT BEFORE EVEN POSTING.
Okay, breakfast rant finished.
Xara Nahara O’Connor