Eggs Bacon Grits Sausage Novels & Stories

Crispy bacon, both streaky and back bacon, sat alongside them, as if one type was insufficient. A carton contained slow-cooked beef short ribs that were tender enough to fall apart with the touch of a fork and rested in a rich, dark glaze that smelled slightly sweet and smoky. Then came the eggs, with a box of omelets stuffed with cheese and steak bits, as if Levi didn't believe vegetables could support their own weight. My brows rose higher and higher before I slowly turned my gaze to him. “Did you place an order for a family of ten?" “Okay, I'll admit I didn't check the portions."

finally took my bath. Why do I feel so uneasy this morning? Is something bad about to happen? It had been a long time since I'd felt this way......the last time was on the day my parents were involved in that fatal accident. I just hope nothing goes wrong today. I wandered into the kitchen and set about preparing breakfast for myself.I whipped up a hearty breakfast of golden fried eggs, crispy bacon, sizzling sausages, baked beans, grilled tomatoes, sautéed mushrooms, and perfectly toasted bread. Before I knew it, I was absentmindedly whistling around the kitchen.

“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.

It was like a combination of things I didn't like. "The theme is healthy breakfast, Miss!" Mama told me excitedly. "Or shall I call you madam? You are now madam of the mansion." "Let's stick to Miss. I am just twenty years old," I muttered. "Alright, Miss," Mama began. "As you can see, you have soft-boiled eggs before you. It is fully cooked and it'll help your baby's brain development. There is whole grain toast with avocado, grilled tomatoes and mushrooms, basked beans, chicken sausages, fresh fruit medley, and pasteurized fresh orange juice. Bon appétit, miss!"

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.