my other brother* came by and decided to make this. I had not an inkling of what to eat for brkfst, I was tired, delirious and hungry. my other brother went out to our storefront and picked out a selection of different, various objects. what a redundantly fun sentence that was. he came back and placed in front of me/mis en place** a bunch of pearl bocconcini, six chicken sausage (boneless, skinless breasts and thighs) , a package of applewood smoked bacon, and four eggs. the chicken sausage and bacon were chopped up delicately and placed delicately into a pan with a bit of delicate oil poured delicately into the pan. then the eggs were cracked quite fiercely and dropped into a bowl, then beaten quite mercilessly with a fork and some pepper. after the chicken sausage and bacon were fried, the eggs were then poured in and cooked on top of everything that was in the pan. the many tiny bocconcini were then poured over top of everything. myself and my other brother consumed this amazingness (at) 10:00 am wednesday the 8th of april.
allow me now to enlighten you with a description of what went through my mind and mouth at the time of the eating: “greasy, omg (oh my god), holy moly, I love bacon, salty, peppery, this sausage is great, greasy, oily, amazing, I guess I don’t mind eggs, okay, lets have some more.”
oh, how I love brkfst. brkfst, je t’aime.
*that’s my goodfriend/otherbrother. if you forgot.
**mis en place is a fancy french phrase that people use to sound cool when saying “put in place” or “prepared/got ready”
