Eggs Bacon Grits Sausage Novels & Stories

My stomach grumbled at the delicious scent of sausages. “Have something printsessa,” my father said with a warm smile. “You need it for Lucas.” I walked back to my chair and looked at the trays. There were two kinds of sausages, crispy bacon, sunny side up eggs, seasoned tomatoes, browned and caramelized mushrooms, toast and beans. I attacked the plate as my father watched me eat. “You have to tell me how things were with you,” he said. “How did Paula and Bennet treat you?”

Eggs, toast or croissants and bacon with extra sausages and a lot of jam. "Dig in," I encourage them while Eloy wakes Rae and Finian up again, who somehow fell asleep while talking.

Jake whines out playfully. “Because, she doesn’t demand food and expect it to appear out of thin air…unlike you!” She playfully pulls at his nose. I close the book for now and decide to enjoy this tasty breakfast. Sausages, hash browns, bacon, beans, tomatoes and a fried egg. My tummy finally growls in anticipation. I split the yolk of the egg open and as it oozes out I suddenly feel incredibly sick. “Aida?” Lorrel looks at me. Was I green? My face felt green.

I flipped the bacon, pissed at how much smaller it got, I never really cared before but Cassi and Starr do and having them complain about it everytime really stuck. I added the sausages taking out three glasses filling them with orange juice, the moment I finished with the bacon and sausage I added an egg leaving to fry, none of us really liked egg but we knew it was needed so we all shared one every morning, it was like a tradition now I guess.

“Check out what we have and then let me know.” “Actually, can I just get a bacon and eggs and…” I shrugged. “Whatever else comes with it. Two of them.” She took the menu back. “How about a homestyle breakfast? Bacon, scrambled eggs, hashbrowns, and toast.” “That sounds great.” “White toast?” I nodded. “And can you put lots of different jams and peanut butter in there as well?” “No problem at all sweetheart.”

The crispy bacon and crunchy, golden toast complemented the eggs nicely. "They're perfect!" Alicia praised. "Thanks. " Damian said, pleased with her reaction and noticing the surprise in Alicia's eyes. He said, "But these are just average breakfast meals." "Oh, come on, don't be modest, Chef Damian. You should be proud of yourself. These are far from average," Alicia exclaimed excitedly. "You know, my family put my American omelet and fried bacon on the banned list. My brother even said that my bacon would cut his throat."

“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.”

"Come sit. I made a full English breakfast. Your favorite." It used to be my favorite. Before pregnancy made the smell of bacon enough to trigger my gag reflex. I took the empty seat next to Lee, as far from Madison as I could get, and tried not to breathe too deeply. The table was indeed full. Bacon, sausages, eggs prepared three different ways, grilled tomatoes, mushrooms, baked beans, toast with various jams and spreads. It looked like Mom had cooked for an army instead of six people. "Scarlett, please say the prayer for us." Mom's request was automatic, the same one she'd made a thousand times growing up.

She ruffled his hair. “If you think I made Heart Attack Burritos then yes, yes I did!” I called back, which was promptly met with some gruff mumbled cursing. “Heart Attack Burritos?” Cedric and Brandon were now questioning Mat. “Breakfast burritos… Bacon, eggs, potatoes, cheese, everything is cooked in the grease from the bacon. They’re messy, greasy, and the best damn breakfast on this planet…” Mat was pouting, I could hear it in his voice.

He was walking around the counter, and to the seat next to me, so I turned to face him, and shifted my whole stool to face toward him too. “Eggs, raw onions, spinach, beets, bacon, well basically any pork product, tofu, avocado, but that’s because I am allergic. And that’s about it.” I shrugged. I think his eyes bugged out when I said bacon. “You don’t like bacon, or eggs? What do you eat for breakfast?” Yep, I knew I could get him on that fact. I eat cereal, or pancakes or yogurt, sometimes just bagels or toast, sometimes, I will make French toast, but it’s smothered in cinnamon and maple syrup. French toast is actually my favorite. Just because I don’t eat eggs, doesn’t mean I don’t cook w