Eggs Bacon Grits Sausage Novels & Stories

“Of course I’m coming to eat with you. Let me get up and hit the bathroom.” I laugh as I head downstairs. The kitchen is quiet. Empty. Good. I get to work. Eggs. Bacon. Fluffy French toast, the kind that’s soft inside, crisp outside. Sausage too, because I realize halfway through that bacon isn’t hitting like I thought it would. Turkey sausage it is. I plate everything, pour juice, start the coffee. When it’s done, I make him a cup and set it on the counter. Five minutes later, he comes down, sniffing the air dramatically.

"Morning, dad." "Hey, good morning," he came around and pressed a small kiss to cheek. "Anything for breakfast?" "Well, Camilla made some made food but I don't think I'd like heavy this morning so I'm making some bacon, eggs and sausages." "Well, then, I think I'd like to join you in having a light breakfast." "Well, then, have a seat." He obeyed as I quickly scrambled some eggs and served him with the bacon and sausages. I took turns and removed the kettle from a cooker, holding it out with a mug."Tea?"

Deciding to have a healthy breakfast for once in my life, I settled on eggs, toast, mystery meat sausage and OJ, letting out a relieved breath when I realized I had everything I needed to make them. I set to work, beating the eggs and hoping to God I don't end up burning it, suddenly realizing that I wanted to make a good impression on Andre with my subpar cooking skills. I sang along to Chris Brown declaring "These hoes ain't loyal," and dancing around the kitchen as I got everything ready. The eggs and toast turned out only slightly burned on one side and I gave myself a mental pat on the back, chucking this as a win. I managed to overcook the sausage a little bit and by the time I was don

I had my basic eggs, sausage, and cheese omelet smothered in salsa. Luca had two eggs over easy, bacon, sausage, and hash browns. Reese and Rook had something similar, but with an added pancake. “It could be one of the girls…” I said, finally.

Layers of egg, sausage, and bacon precariously balancing on little potato towers within the croissant. “To keep it healthy.” I wink at Phoebe as I place some fruit on the plate. Phoebe was not entirely kidding when she said she was capable of eating. A large steaming bowl sat in front of her. The bowl was filled with buttery grits topped with bacon, sausage, a poached egg, and hot chili oil studded with garlic. The oil aromatic the moment it splashed on the steaming hot grits. She uses her spoon as a shovel, mixing the contents of the bowl into a slurry of yellow egg yolk and bright red chili oil.

Just as I was about to pull the covers off to see what we were eating David walked in. "Sit down babe I will get it" he said. With that I sat down as he pulled off the first cover in front of me. "I hope you like it babe" He said. "Oh babe it looks delicious" I replied as I examined breakfast. On my plate sat two eggs over medium, a few pieces of sausage links and some bacon with home fries, a bagel , cream cheese, and a bowl of fruit. All served with fresh coffee and orange juice. It was wonderful, almost better than my pancakes. David ordered almost the same for himself except he got ham instead of the sausage.

And she had to make sure she served it fast and got back to work, which included fixing Aaron's school uniform for the day and whatever errand they all wanted her to do. There were a variety of Fresh berries, Granola for crunch, Poached eggs on English muffins, Canadian bacon, smoked salmon, sautéed spinach and kale for general feeding, and on the other hand, for the saucy sisters, there were bagels with cream cheese, burrito, omelet, and baked buffalo wings.

"It is a very traditional Gambian meal." "I don't suppose that we could have an American breakfast?" Zach asked. "Fried eggs over easy, toast, bacon, sausage, grits? It's been a long time and I really miss it." "Yes, I can do that, though I do not know what grits is," Jaaja said. "It's a kind of rice, I believe," Susan said. "I will try to find it, though I have never heard of it," Jaaja said. "In any event, I will make as American a breakfast as I can in the morning."

Someone had either anticipated her being ravenously hungry this morning, or they weren’t sure what she liked. There was a plate covered with three different types of eggs— omelet, scrambled and poached—and another piled high with pancakes, a delectable looking croissant and two slices of French toast. Beside that was yet another plate with sausage and bacon and a thick slab of ham. To drink she had a choice of orange juice, grapefruit juice, cranberry cocktail or hot tea.

“At least someone around here has manners.” Stabbing a broccoli with her fork, she pointed towards Grayson greasy meal. “What the fuck is that?” “This is quadrupled stacked bacon, fried egg, melted cheese, and sausage sandwich with toasted bread.” He gently patted the top of his sandwich with a grin. “A work of art. A gift from the gods.” “You should add some spinach on that.”