Sunday Morning Breakfast

      Currently enjoying my part of a three-egg omelet, stuffed with mushrooms, bacon, Swiss cheese and just a little pickled cauliflower.

     The batter was propped up by four crushed crackers,* parsley, a little togarishi and a generous teaspoon of some wonderful Italian spice blend put together by one of Tam's friends; mix all that up and add enough warm water to make a fairly thick slurry, then let it stand for a bit before beating in the eggs.  (I crushed the crackers and added the spices while frying bacon, then added water and let it sit while I fried mushrooms in the bacon fat.)  The eggs need a serious beating -- the idea is to get them in the mood for building new bonds.

     This results in a fairly substantial basic omelette, all the better to hold up to a heavy payload of two and a half strips of bacon,† a slice of Swiss cheese and (the times being what they are) most of a small can of mushrooms. 

     Tam enjoyed her portion -- and the usual tribute -- while watching the Sunday morning political shows.  They are -- as usual these days -- as entertaining as an H. P. Lovecraft (or Lovecraft-adjacent) story, and for similar reasons.
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* Three Townhouse and one Ritz, if you're keeping track.  Use what you have -- saltines are traditional; I like crushed corn chips but not everyone in this household does.  

† When one fries bacon around Tamara, the Tamgeld is one half strip of it.  Always.