I've been consumed with thoughts of food lately. Cooking it, buying it, eating it. I can't stop. And I don't even want to. This does, however, make blogging slightly harder because all I want to do is show you guys all the awesome food in my life and the majority of you are not interested in that sort of thing. Still, the other thing that's been consuming my brain is Parks and Recreation (because Netflix and I have some pretty serious sparks flying between us and I'm already up to date on Community), so instead of showing you some recipe I cleverly followed the directions for, I thought I'd give you some insight into the love that Leslie, Ron and I share: a breakfast obsession.
I think it all started when I was about 6 years old. I'm guessing this age because "A Goofy Movie" came out in 1995 and I very specifically remember my little mouth drooling over the cheesy pizza goodness in the hotel with the water bed scene when I smelled real life eggs cooking. It was dinner time btdubz, which I feel like is important to point out considering how much I love breakfast but hate waking up early.
My cousin, who would have also been 6 at the time, was making said eggs, so I was intrigued. While I had never had much interest in eggs or any food that wasn't ice cream, McDonald's or wiener schnitzel before this point (wiener schnitzel is still my favorite, just go with it), the fact that my cousin was able to make it and he liked it, I would too. I immediately tasted it, loved it and made him teach me (and I'm guessing my aunt was involved since two six-year-olds playing with hot frying pans just sounds like a bad idea, but then again we used to do flips off the tree house onto the trampoline and sweep the roof together..). The trick was adding a splash of milk and lots of butter, I think. Either way, it was the perfect "Goofy Movie" snack. Who needs popcorn when you have scrambled eggs? NO ONE, that's who.
I don't think I learned how to cook a damn thing again until after college, but I was stoked to have this particularly succulent dish under my culinary belt. I've since expanded my exclusive love for scrambled eggs to include sunny-side ups, elaborate omelets, quiches, boiled eggs, benedicts and holy balls, why are eggs so delicious? Then of course there's bacon. All the bacon. Always. Sausage, waffles, pancakes, biscuits, toast, jelly, mimosas and obviously Bloody Marys, they all get my heart racing. I guess that's why I've decided to document all the breakfast I've ever created/consumed/creeped on in my phone despite the rather homogenous appearance and seemingly useless nature of this hoarding habit. Here's a collage of them anyway.
Just bask in the Sriracha dots and try to tell me breakfast isn't the best thing ever. Yep that's all I got for you today, friends. Happy hump day.