So, the Brussels sprouts came out well. I forgot to move them around halfway through, but they came out well, in spite of that.
But – PSYCH! – I made them so I could eat them for lunch the next day (today). For actual dinner I was driven by a desire to eat Earl the lowly tomato. What happened to Earl, you ask?
One commenter pointed out that it would make sense to do an English breakfast where I could basically just fry things up in a pan. Raise your hand if you were that commenter; that was a great idea.
I probably should have researched what that entailed more, but in the past few days I’ve mostly realized that frying things is fucking fun (just like drawing faces on food and anthropomorphizing them is). So, I chopped up Earl. I chopped up two sausages. I threw some olive oil in a pan and turned on the heat. Then I threw the sausages and Earl in together.
Then I said, “An egg? Why not, an egg?!” I said this aloud in my apartment. I live alone. It gets weird with all the potato chip bags being turned into tiny, crippled versions of their former selves.
I cracked an egg right in there and it went zzzgyedyggkguruhbhjjjjjsssssssssss. That’s the noise eggs make when you just drop them into frying things.
It looked absolutely disgusting.
This is what it looked like:
It tasted delicious. SUPER DELICIOUS.
I mean, I put it on a plate first, so that helped it look nicer.
Half of Earl still remains. He’s hanging out in a Zip-loc bag now, waiting for more adventures. It’s possible I’m just going to make this thing that… wow, research indicates really looks nothing whatsoever like English breakfast… again.
We should probably come up with a name for this skillet sausage, egg, tomato thing. “Dog’s Breakfast?” (Because it looks like a dog vomited it?) “Queen’s Breakfast?” (I’m suddenly against the monarchy? That’s out of character. I wanted to keep an English theme going I guess?) “2.5 For The Road?”
We’re going to need a name other than “Frying things is fucking fun.” Although FTFF has a ring to it.
Here’s a picture from Two For The Road that pretty much sums up how Two For The Road makes me feel.