Those words put a shiver down my spine. A shiver of lust and hunger. This fine ass mother-fucker not only swears like me, but also cooks like the greatest pussy-fucker alive. All qualities I love.
ANYWAYS! Now that i've gotten that out of the way, we can get back to business. Scrambled eggs. A staple in every good breakfast/lunch/brunch(and sometimes dinner) menu that one could have. I love eggs, but they don't like me, so I try not to eat them as often as I used to-which was almost every day. When I do indulge in these delicious little chicken parts, I make these...
Sorry about the photo quality.. and the meal quality. It was 2 in the morning and I was starved. But hey, at least I remembered to take a picture. [Sidenote: It's actually 2 in the morning right now, and I'm trying oh so very hard to not say 'fuck this' and go make them]
Now, of course these delectable little yummies are made by Mr. Ramsay, so I will share the link to the video of which I first stumbled upon them. Click Forgive me if it's not clickable. I have yet to master the skills of HTML.
I use sour cream instead of crème fraiche because I'm not a millionaire, and add dried chives (sometimes minced green onion if I have it) and of course an abundance of sea salt and black pepper to the mix. Nicely toasted light rye bread, tomato slices, and BAM! You've got the best eggs of your entire life.
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