Every Wednesday I ask Nolan what he wants for breakfast and he says he wants a Super Muffin or eggs. Since I’ve been slack about the whole grocery shopping thing lately, we’ve been having a lot of eggs. Once I’m done making his eggs and he’s sitting at the table he inevitably asks for some salad with his eggs.
“You’re not eating lettuce with your eggs,” I say.
“But I like salad with my eggs,” he whines.
“Nobody eats salad with their eggs.”
So tonight when I was watching Top Chef and one of the chicks served a poached egg on top of some sort lettuce-y salad I nearly fell out of my chair. I think I owe Nolan an apology.