What's for Breakfast?

I awoke at not my house on Sunday morning, which was just as well as the fridge was STOCKED full of delicious food. So, I decided to make an amazing breakfast (why not really just drive home the fact that I am the shit...) So, I went for a variation of a Benedict: English muffin bottom, basil, creamy brie beneath a yellow tomato with Swiss cheese on top that was broiled to a melty perfection and topped with a poached egg and avocado slices on top. YUM. (things I should have taken a photo of...noted).

But the fridge also had this little lonely bunch of asparagus, which I have come to LOVE grilled with some olive oil and salt and pepper on top. So I indulged and served it with breakfast. Seemed to be a pretty big hit despite the total LACK of seasonality (hey, he bought it, not me)

BUT, the veggie breakfast material really just reminded me of this one sleepover I had with a TOTAL hippie (who in fact was nicknamed and so commonly referred to as "hippie" that I literally blanked on his real name more than once...ooops). Anyway, he made me eggs, rice and broccoli for breakfast. This was nearly as entertaining to me as making out on his floor the night before while listening to Discovery and Passion Pit (things damaged in rolly make out: Fendi sunglasses, damn, but worth it, I guess?). But backup: Steamed broccoli?! I'm a healthy eater, but really? It has now become apparent to me that there is a fine veggie line associated with breakfast, but if you douse it in olive oil the odds of a good response are significantly higher.

In other, much more self loathsome news, I am apparently NOT the shit as the stocked fridge suitor has kicked me to the curb. Onwards and Upwards...