I woke up Sunday morning gazing out at the backyard. The grass was high enough to create waves in the wind. I took a large gulp of my remaining lukewarm tea and headed straight for the kitchen. I would need to amply fuel up in order to mow the lawn.
My usual breakfast consists of scrambled egg whites loaded with veggies (a version of them can be found here) and a slice of toast. Eating eggs day in and day out can become hard on a foodie’s psyche. Read the rest of this entry


