Breakfast Addiction

Today my friend Lynn and I went to Bull St. market for lunch. Our friend Anne, who owns the popular restaurant, told us that starting this weekend they are going to start to serve waffles. I gave her that, “You know I shouldn’t’ eat those” look. Quickly realizing who she was talking to she added, “We also are going to start offering Meg”s eggs,” named in honor of one of her four daughters.
“Scrambled eggs with smoked salmon, avocado and cheese.”  
“Now you are talking,” I said practically salivating. I sat down with Lynn, outside in the beautiful sunshine to enjoy my regular salad with grilled chicken, but all I could think about were Meg’s eggs.  
As I was shifting through the various leftover options for dinner tonight I realized I had broccoli that had to be cooked or tossed tomorrow. Then I spied a carton of eggs and Meg popped in my head. Forget leftovers, I decided on breakfast for dinner. Since I rarely eat anything other than Special K in the morning, eggs for dinner are a real treat.
In perfect short order dinner time at our house I planned on giving everyone here something different for dinner to suit their tastes. I roasted broccoli florets in the oven to put in my omelet and sautéed come chopped onions. Carter came into the kitchen just as the cheese was melting on my egg dish.
“Hey, can I have an omelet for dinner too?” 
Seems the allure of breakfast for dinner got her too, no leftover chicken tikka masala for her. We may not have had anything as wonderful as Meg’s Eggs, but I am looking forward to going to Bull St. sometime soon and getting them as a treat. Thanks Anne for the dinner inspiration.