(I apologize for the crappy photo. Again.) That, peeps, is a lightly fried egg atop said puff, prepared for the F's breakfast pleasure. (Another of my [many] food quirks is that I do not like to eat egg yolks, unless they are thoroughly mixed with a greater number of egg whites [scrambled eggs with a 3 egg-white-to-one-egg-yolk ratio are acceptable]). Because I am a bizarre-ly picky eater, the F benefits. And he LOVED this. It's nice to know I am a good cook, even when preparing things I will not eat. Ha!
This week is obviously (and unintentionally) t-strap week:
Since there is no way that I can afford the Guccis I posted earlier this week, these will certainly suffice.