Novel & Cerita Eggs Bacon Grits Sausage

Pfft, pleasing people below you be so hard really. I’m sorry my baby. Mommy’s only doing this for our own good, okay? “I hope baby likes it too.” I smiled at the chef after he was done. “He’s really picky lately.” Chef just smiled and returned to his duties while I faced the very mouth-watering breakfast in front of me. Scrambled eggs, bacon, sausages, grilled tomatoes, mushrooms, toast, and even the pancakes I requested yesterday. Very nice.

It is nice to know that Soren is just as interested in living in a place that is so important to me in my past with my parents. I grab a nearby pan and place it onto the stove top as I move to the fridge to grab out ingredients for a breakfast. Eggs, bacon, sausage, and a fresh bundle of potatoes now sits on my counter. I begin to cook away, chopping up the potatoes before throwing them into the oven alongside the bacon, moving my attention back up to the browning sausage in the pan and pile of un-cracked eggs that will be cooked last.

I listened to the sounds of cabinets opening and closing, the sizzle of something hitting a hot pan, and soon the smell of bacon started to fill the air, followed by eggs and toast. When he emerged a few minutes later, he was carrying two plates loaded with food. Scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, sausages, and buttered toast. He set one in front of me along with a glass of orange juice, then took the seat across from me with his own plate and a protein shake. “Eat,” he commanded. “Jace,” I sighed, “I’m really not hungry—” “I don’t care.” He picked up a piece of bacon and bit into it. “You’re eating anyway.”

I smiled, “You got it.” I went to the kitchen and pulled out sausage and eggs. I looked in the freezer and smiled when I found some of mom’s homemade biscuits. I pulled out a bag of those and preheated the oven. I arranged a bunch on a sheet pan and started cooking the sausage. When the sausage was done, I poured some of the fat out of the pan, scooped the sausage out, then made a rue with the fat that I left in the pan. I then poured in milk and whisked it smooth. I left that long enough to pop the sheet pan of biscuits in the oven, then went back to whisking the gravy until it was thick enough for biscuits and gravy. I put the sausage back in it and set it aside. I looked at the eggs and d

Joseph grabbed himself a plate and then handed me one as well. I smiled my thanks to him, trying not to let him see my utter nervousness. Looking at the food, I was amazed by how good it looked. There was every kind of breakfast food imaginable. Scrambled eggs, pancakes, waffles, French toast, sausage, bacon, fruit salad, a bowl of regular fruit, grits, oatmeal with a variety of toppings, there was even an omelet station where a chef was making omelets on the fly. There was so much more that I could hardly wrap my head around.

“You can take another two aspirin. It’s been long enough since the last two, and drink some more water. Dad made his special breakfast since Mom stayed up for us.” I helped Sarina pull Kimia up and we went down to the kitchen. Mr. Graycort makes an amazing breakfast. He does this casserole type thing with eggs, bacon, sausage, potatoes, cream of mushroom soup, and cheese. He mixes it all up in a bowl, then dumps it into a cake pan, bakes it until it’s set, then covers it in more cheese. It is heaven in a pan. It’s also not meant for people on a low fat diet. “I don’t know if my stomach can handle it,” Kimia whispered.

I stand up, and when I get to the kitchen, there is a spread of a little of everything. Baked beans with mushrooms, sausages, piled toast, scrambled eggs, mince, burger patties, bacon, sliced tomatoes, fried chips, onion rings, sliced fruit, plain yogurt, and berries. Then there was three types of cereal and two liters of freshly squeezed orange juice and a line of assorted teabags.

Chapter Twenty-Two ALEX I ran into the kitchen and pulled out e ingredients I needed. I cracked the egg, put it in the mixing bowl and add some spices. I poured it in the pan and grabbed the bacon.The bacon was now coated with egg and all I need to do is grate some cheese and cook the pancake. I finished the omelet by adding the grated cheese unto it. Tada, I've got a beach omelet. It's called like that for it's a combination of bacon and cheese with the egg as it's coat.

"Probably the Country skillet. I'm debating whether or not I should get a side of grits. Are you sure that's all you want? You can order whatever and as much as you want." "Well, I guess I'll have a side of fruit as well." I smiled at her as she looked over the menu one last time. Then came the annoying voice. "Alright, have you decided?" Once again, her back was faced toward Daphnie. This was aggravating me. "Daphnie?" I asked. "I will have the two egg breakfast, scrambled, biscuits in gravy, and bacon als-" "Got it. What about you, sir?" The waitress said. "She wasn't done ordering," I said, gritting my teeth.

His breakfast was laid out: bacon, scrambled eggs, toast, and a steaming cup of black coffee. Damn it.