Guess what? I made my peace with the whole concept of egg-based breakfast sandwiches today. I know! Such a feat.
I’ve never really warmed to the idea because I don’t know, those McDonald’s ones really look like yellow Play-Doh that someone has press-ganged into a soggy muffin. Which is what happened.
But this morning I was in Starbucks before work for a cup of coffee (and by cup of coffee I mean tall light mocha frappaccino with a shot of espresso, WHAT) and I was a little hungry but I didn’t want a big sugary donut because big sugary breakfast foods are strictly for weekends when they’re really lunch, followed by snacking on cheese straight from the fridge. So I looked at their breakfast selections and actually had the following conversation with myself:
“What’s the problem? I like eggs when they’re scrambled and those look scrambled. I love sausage and I love cheddar. Plus, me and English muffins go way back, [yes Stuart, I know you just call them MUFFINS there], so what’s not to love?”
It helped that the egg did not look like Play-Doh. And that the muffin had those crumby bits on top that I love.
So I bought it and ate it with only the smallest of trepidations! I am so brave. It was tasty. The end.
Unrelatedly (except maybe for size purposes if I made this cholesterol-cholesterol-cholesterol-on-carb thing a breakfast habit) have you been to Steve & Barry’s to look at SJP’s latest venture? I went in more out of curiosity than any intention to buy anything (famous last words) and dude! I walked out with the cutest pair of dark rinse bootcut jeans that fit like a dream and cost me, no kidding, fifteen bucks.
Plus a yellow teeshirt with three diving hawks on it. Which, when I told Stuart, he misheard as “three diving Hoffs”. Which just made me feel like I didn’t get the right teeshirt.
There! Was that random enough for you?

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