That would be Breakfast For Dinner y’all. Although I have been known to invoke its other meaning as well. My love of breakfast for dinner is hampered by my breakfast for breakfast rut. How can I possibly tell The Mistah that I’m sick of eggs in the morning and then go through nearly half a dozen for dinner? Does it make a difference that using eggs for French Toast is completely different than frying, poaching, or scrambling them? I’m not sure how well I can sell that argument but I don’t know that I’ll have to based on The Mistah’s reaction after he sampled this BFD. Continue reading “BFD”
Bon Appetit Hon 