steak and eggs and eggs and steak. they say sex is the brkfst of champions, and we all know that champions eat steak and eggs for brkfst. this take on a traditional brkfst of steak and eggs is not at all traditional or a new take. it’s just steak and eggs, I don’t know why people say phrases like that last one, but oh well. this was thought up and cooked in a flurry of goodness and graciousness. steak was rubbed with paprika and black pepper and coarse sea salt, and then cut into strips and cooked until delicious. eggs with onions were then scrambled around and cooked all up into fluffly scrambleness. and then, for the cherry on top of the cake that didn’t exist nor did I get to eat, a gravy was made from the scrapings and oils in the pan. flour and water was used to thicken the gravy and make it fantastic. mmm mmm good. the gravy was poured over the entire conglomeration and it made me almost cry…I said almost.
because champions don’t cry. and criers don’t eat steak for brkfst. and brkfst is the sex of champions. no no, sex is the champion of brkfst. I guess so.
