Look, here's me. Brigham. A piece of constructive blog-criticism I received recently was that certain readers like it better when I'm on the blog myself. So let's start this post off with me!
And look, here's Keith. An excellent source of blog constructive-criticism and constructive-positive reinforcement. I went to his house after the whale-hunting trip to participate in a lil homie hangout he and Leslie were hosting.
I found Keith's street to be enveloped in a mysterious fog that evening. Mysterious fogs are a Los Angeles weather that aren't talked about as much as they should be.
Now look, here are three eggs. These are three eggs that Leslie gave me, because Keith and Leslie have chickens in their backyard. That lay eggs! Those kinds of chickens.
I cooked them up to see what practically brand-new, "farm" fresh free range eggs taste like. First thing I learned: careful with the pepper at Grandma's.
This is how I like my eggs scrambled. Low and slow.
And now, a complete breakfast! I love toast and cheese with my eggs. And burnt bacon! Wouldn't have it any other way.