Smells and Bells

With resources and boredom comes the opportunity to experiment and hone a craft, I have decided that would be breakfast, because I've already mastered the grill. During the week, not that time or days of the week really means anything anymore, my mom has work calls all day, my sister depression binges Hulu, and my dad hasn't made breakfast for the family in years, so I've taken to making myself breakfast again, something I typically reserve for summers, or weekends when I'm alone. Here is how my breakfast has evolved My mom's shopping addiction, which is clearly hereditary, and also my dad has one too, focus mainly on clothing and food, so our fridge is stuffed, I would make myself kitchen sink eggs, hoping to reuse the previous night's meat and veg. This could be chickpeas and lamb in an omelet, or mash potatoes and chicken and kale. Regardless of the combos, I felt a sense of accomplishment, the food was good and I was fixing a storage problem that my pa...