Hangover breakfast special

Hangover breakfast special. Only, I don’t drink enough to have a hangover. Actually, I don’t drink at all. We had some leftover pasta and chicken from the previous night, so I warmed it up in a small skillet, added an egg and some egg whites, let the eggs set then put it under the broiler for a few minutes. Easy enough instructions, eh? So why did the husband feel the need to direct me at every turn? And why did I feel the need to let him butt in?

The husband cooks alone. And so do I, so getting us in a kitchen together can sometimes be nightmarish. I sarcastically told the husband that he should have his own cooking show. We decided it would be called “Cooking with @$$hole”. Everytime a guest shows up on the show the husband’s signature line would be, “You’re doing it wrong! Get out. I’ll just do it myself!” And at the end of the show we’d say in that talk show voice, “If you know someone who has never watched this show that would like to be a guest, please call now.”

Heh. All in all, the leftover egg dish (I think I’m calling it The Italian Hangover) was quite delicious. And the making of the dish quite amusing to me.