I am a slow waker. You know, sleep just hangs on me. I have to wake slowly, with lots of stretches and scratches. But lately I have been jolted awake by the smell of eggvelopes. Yes... Eggvelopes. Momma makes them. First and foremost, the inside of the eggvelopes is delicious and she cooks it first. Second the outside is just eggs. Blah. It is pure torture to go from 0 to fully awake and salivating. The inside of the eggvelope grabs your nose and shakes you awake. But, you have to be careful because the momma sneaks things in her eggvelopes. I love the bits of bacon or ham. I love the bits cheese, but ... asparagus? Mushrooms??? No, I am not stupid. I know the eggvelopes are not intended for me. But where is the love? Where is the sharing? Why am I being tortured?
Could she not make one eggvelope just for us. Infact, she can forget the eggvelope, just a plate of filling. Say... some pancetta topped with a little melted fontina?? I think I am being quite fair here. If you are going to wake me up, I want you to make it worth my while.
Sound delicious. But more so, you Silvieon4 look so utterly adorable. I just want to hug you!
You're making my regular breakfast of granola look pretty bland this morning...
Blame the momma on dulling granola. Her eggvelopes. Thank you Honeygo Beasley, I think Chloe is pretty gorgeous too.
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