One of the things I really miss when I am in Rome is cooking for myself. Oh how I miss that. This I may only do at the sanctuary which is the Sabine Farm. And, contrary to what I am sure some of you must think, not everything I cook must be complicated… or Italian!
On rising today and turning up the radio to follow Bill Bennett’s morning program (lots of discussion of the immigration bill), I made some powerful black – not dark – roast coffee, dropped some pumpernickle bread into the toaster (ah, REAL toast for a change!) and, reverting to my short order cook days many years ago, cracked a pair of locally produced brown eggs into the frying pan.
two eggs over easy