My mom made me breakfast. It was an Italian version of hash made with stale baguette, chunks of parmiggiano cheese and eggs. It was the most revolting, greasy mass of food I'd ever tasted.
Basically what my mom did was warm up some olive oil in a skillet and then she threw in the baguette chunks. While those were frying/sauteing, she cut up small cubes of parmiggiano. When the bread had fried up and absorbed a lot of the oil, she threw in the cheese and some hot pepper flakes, and mixed it all up. Once the cheese started to melt, she cracked two eggs into the oily mass and fried them. The yolks broke, of course, and spilled all over the fried bread.
In the plate, it looked like a giant mass of oily stuff with egg yolk all over it. I had a moment where I considered not eating it. I was like, "What the hell, Mom? Is this some kind of a joke?" My mom rolled her eyes and told me that my dad loved this dish, and that I could either eat it and shut up or make my own damned breakfast!
Anyways, despite the fact that the grease literally dripped off my fork, I ate the whole thing. I can't believe I ate the whole thing.
It was the greasiest, most revolting breakfast ever. EVER. But it was also the most tastiest breakfast in the history of breakfast! It was like all these elements in my mouth combined to be the Perfect Storm of umami salty spicy fat to start a morning.
Damned.
Now I have to try making it myself and I'll probably get evicted for smelling up the floor.
Basically what my mom did was warm up some olive oil in a skillet and then she threw in the baguette chunks. While those were frying/sauteing, she cut up small cubes of parmiggiano. When the bread had fried up and absorbed a lot of the oil, she threw in the cheese and some hot pepper flakes, and mixed it all up. Once the cheese started to melt, she cracked two eggs into the oily mass and fried them. The yolks broke, of course, and spilled all over the fried bread.
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| It's going to take more than just Dawn to clean up that grease! |
In the plate, it looked like a giant mass of oily stuff with egg yolk all over it. I had a moment where I considered not eating it. I was like, "What the hell, Mom? Is this some kind of a joke?" My mom rolled her eyes and told me that my dad loved this dish, and that I could either eat it and shut up or make my own damned breakfast!
Anyways, despite the fact that the grease literally dripped off my fork, I ate the whole thing. I can't believe I ate the whole thing.
It was the greasiest, most revolting breakfast ever. EVER. But it was also the most tastiest breakfast in the history of breakfast! It was like all these elements in my mouth combined to be the Perfect Storm of umami salty spicy fat to start a morning.
Damned.
Now I have to try making it myself and I'll probably get evicted for smelling up the floor.
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