Eggs Bacon Grits Sausage Novels & Stories

“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 cassarole type thing with eggs, bacon, saussage, 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.

Aside from fried eggs, hotdog, bacon— Oops. Less processed foods. Right. His sister must’ve written it down. Mick stood up and walked over to the fridge. Okay. The list. ‘Pancakes’ was on top, then ‘oatmeal with berries’, ‘poached egg’, ‘lasagna’, ‘carbonara with tuna’, and ‘PBJ or egg and cheese sandwich for munchies’— Oh, the kid liked omelettes, too. Okay. He made pretty good omelettes. They weren't going to starve to death as long as there were eggs in grocery stores.

he put down his menu and looked up at me. I put down mine trying to hide my nerves. “Great, It was good; how was yours?” I said, trying to keep the conversation going. “Really good, I had a great weekend” I knew what he was talking about but kept quiet. “Well, here's your meal, guys. Let me know if you need anything else” she chirped before walking away. The breakfast special is composed of fried sausages, pancakes, fried eggs, and syrup. I dug into my food happy for the distracted.

And then have to upgrade my gym membership. The cooks ‘put their foot’ in the food as my granny would say. The eggs are soft and pillowy. The grits creamy and full of cheese. The pancakes with the perfect amount of cinnamon. And don’t even get me started on the steak. “You guys eat all this for breakfast?” Lily asks, her eyes wide as she looks around the table. “Honey, you forget that we’re in the south. We don’t count carbs and a meal just ain’t complete without biscuits and sweet tea,” I say, smiling.

The morning shower was my way of helping my mind get organized while dispelling the bad mood that would affect me throughout the day. "What do you want me to prepare for breakfast?" I muttered in front of the refrigerator door after finishing my shower, staring at the ingredients that seemed to have increased in number from yesterday. "Is it possible Atlas went shopping?" my eyes darted around the fridge that held a month's supply of food. I grabbed the bread there, with two eggs, sausage, lettuce, and bacon bits. I heated the bread in a large pan, toasting it along with the meat, sausage, and eggs.

My eyes were just tightly fixed together, not that I was actually involved in what they thought. He requested for breakfast to be brought to his quarters and he sat down to eat rather hungrily, the large breakfast menu consisting of deep fried sausages, pancakes, fried eggs, bacon, grilled buttered toast, hash browns, cream tomato soup, fresh cream and a fruit platter all set up. It was already eleven in the morning as he watched the news and happenings around the world.

My eyes were just tightly fixed together, not that I was actually involved in what they thought. He requested for breakfast to be brought to his quarters and he sat down to eat rather hungrily, the large breakfast menu consisting of deep fried sausages, pancakes, fried eggs, bacon, grilled buttered toast, hash browns, cream tomato soup, fresh cream and a fruit platter all set up. It was already eleven in the morning as he watched the news and happenings around the world.

"Van, no. I doubt he's ever eaten here." That pretty much said it all. The brothers were as different as night and day. I looked down at my menu, my eyes zeroing in on the specials first. Number one is the meal Joel and Maggs told me about. Six pieces of bacon, six eggs, six pieces of toast and hash browns. I looked up and said, "You're kidding, right. Your arteries haven't frozen in your veins yet."

He was being sneaky, but he was desperate and didn't want her to think he only wanted her back to work for him. "Please tell me that my nose is not deceiving me and that I smell bacon." While he was setting their plates on the table, her voice broke his train of thought. "Evet, bacon, eggs, hash browns, mushrooms, and tomatoes, as well as sausages." He responded with a wide smile on his face. "The traditional Kiwi breakfast." She laughed as she walked over to him, picking up a strip of bacon and biting into it. "That is so good!" She praised him for his efforts.

We were so distracted by our intimacy that we didn't notice that groceries were running out. I sighed feeling bummed. I guess I can't make anything fancy. I found an egg and some leftover sausages. " This should do," I said to myself with a smile. I buttered 3 slices of bread and put them on the toast. I fried the egg, sunny side up, and put it on the plate. And then I fried the sausages as well and put everything together on the plate. I sprinkled some paper on the egg as a finishing touch. It was better than nothing. I made him coffee just the way he liked it, black with one teaspoon.