I love eggs. From my head down to my legs, I love eggs.
That’s actually not true, but it popped in my head when I started this post. Then I started looking for where that came from and found this. Not quite what I was looking for, but who can resist a dancing egg cartoon song?
Truth is, I only like eggs and rarely crave eggs, but the boy loves eggs. A few weekends ago we drove around for an hour looking for a place that was open for brunch, didn’t have a wait, served alcohol, and had a good old American breakfast plate. Turns out that doesn’t exist before 11am on the weekends. This means I am now cooking and eating more and more of them. He could eat a fried egg with whole wheat toast for breakfast daily, but I cannot. So I have to find new, faster ways to get them done in the mornings. Ala: egg white cups two ways–