I just prepared and consumed my favorite breakfast: 3 big fluffy Grands! buttermilk biscuits and 3 XL eggs fried over-medium, smothered in an entire package of Bob Evans sausage gravy, all stirred together into a nice tasty fatty gruel, plus four or five sausage patties on the side, orange juice, milk, and black coffee. Eaten while cruising TBOT.
I feel very very very guilty. And a little stuffed. It's 10 am here, I think I'll skip lunch.
While waiting for my biscuits to bake, I fixed two fried eggs, toast, and sausage for my wife. She will clean up the mess; it's a deal we have, she hates to cook, I hate to clean. Works out pretty well.
Now I think I'm due for a drive in the porcelain bus.....![]()
Where I come from, "driving the porcelain bus" means barfing. You didn't eat THAT much did you?
That breakfast sounds pretty good. I guess tasting it a second time isn't all that weird.