I don't know about you, but I remember waking up to the smell of bacon frying from the cast iron skillet back in the day when bacon was not only considered ok but a treasured Sunday morning delight. Well, it's been awhile since those days but the good feeling that comes with smelling that smell stays with me yet. This morning I happened accidentally upon creating a bit of the bacon smell and taste in an unexpected way, and I didn't have to break the bank during these tough financial times:

 

Slept in late on a Saturday morning

Nothing in the cupboards, opened the fridge

Mostly bare except for a carton of eggs and half a red onion

Heated up the skillet, poured in the olive oil

Chopped and added a half-cup of onion

Fried until crispy brown, hinging on blackened

Added a farm fresh egg, beaten

Stirred with onion until softly cooked, flipped once to finish

Toasted my favorite bread lightly (rye)

Enjoyed 'almost' flavored bacon and egg late morning sandwich with coffee and soy

 

For those of you in the Minneapolis - Saint Paul area you could always head over to The Egg and I to indulge, or to a latin breakfast favorite of mine, Victor's 1959 Cafe.

 

Yes  pay day was yesterday, grocery shopping on the to do list today!

Ciao