hello? where am i?
after several bypass surgeries, and fourteen facelifts i ate another brkfst. nice hey?
anyways, i ate something the french like to call “eggs in a sauce pan with pork rillette* on top” i think. this was made by me with a contribution of a recipe from my older older brother, aka my dad, father, patriarch of the household, and so on. the recipe consists of eggs and rillette. that’s about it. i put 2 (two) eggs in a small saucepan with oil, and placed gently** two spoonfuls of pork rillette on top and ‘baked’ it in an oven…’baking,’ thats what they want us to think. there is an entire government scheme to tax people for ‘baked’ goods because of the word ‘good’ in the ‘baked’ goods sequence. even though goods wasn’t even in quotations. so i’m not sure where that is going, but i’ll tell you this, it has very little to do with brkfst. sometimes misspelled as brfkst.
bye.
what a short stupid ending hey?
*rillette: french for “that pulled pork was as good as sex;” also known as french-style pulled pork. pork shoulder, bacon, white wine, lard, bayleaf, rosemary, and a bit of sexiness. hey. that’s not me, it’s the french, take it up with them.
**by placed gently i mean put on kind of softly
