Don't eat shoes either but better than doing business with Chick Fila.

Bruce neglects the spelling, which seems important here: Chick Fil-A.

The breakfast biscuit sandwiches are quite all right, likewise the chix biscuit. Experience with the little box of tater-totlets says they're really rather boring, as well as oily. Think next time I stop there for breakfast, I'll order à la carte rather than combo.

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At home -- pork chorizo and eggs, fried, slightly separated in the pan rather than all scrambled together and offered with tortillas in the usual restaurant manner. Today, added some chipotle sauce out of a can of chipotle to see if it Emerils the chorizo a notch or so. Not bad; would try again in varied amounts. Gives the chorizo a little more fire and smoke.

Start with lightly frying the chorizo, getting it to sizzle, and flattening the bolus of chorizo you've squeezed from the skin. Since the sausage falls apart cooking, just noodgeing it with the edge of the spatula spreads it out. Turn it once and break the eggs into the pan, after a bit of olive oil in there to ensure the eggs at worst stick less to the pan. Fry the eggs half hard/over medium, using a pan lid to cover it over, frying all together. Pretty much set & forget, save for time, at very moderate heat.

What's For Breakfast?
 

A can of Dinty Moore, with a peanut butter sammy.

Nobody else was up, it was the quietest thing I could come up with.

Not gonna post any more eats/drinks until I get outta the rehab facility I'm in, finishing up recovery from a quadruple bypass. The fare here -- doesn't have a lotta pride, and amounts to motivation to get back up to strength and able to move about despite a damaged foot that also took surgery to fix. Not supposed to walk on it at all for some weeks yet.

Oatmeal bake topped with blueberries and Greek yogurt.

Hope you get better soon UG.

I dunno, I think you could do a lot with an Instagram-style series of terrible rehab plates... :)

Folks would definitely put eyeballs on that.

Hop to it!

Oof oof argh. I now have a kneeler scooter. It's rather a cranky futhermucker to use, and bulky too... experimented with crutches today; more tomorrow, with crutches that will suit my tall frame. It'll be an adventure!

Aw, sorry to hear it man. Doubly sorry to hear that this store is ***permanently closed***.

First one leg up, then, both tits. Dammit.

Been home nearly a week now. Eating better; it'll be a while before I can look a piece of unseasoned, cooked-til-soft baked chicken in the eye, though. Convalescent-home clientèle, what can ya say... except they apparently expect vegetables to be that maltreated. Also unseasoned. No wonder roommate Paul frequently resorted to ramen cups.

Would quite like to keep my weight around 200 lb vice 225.

It is amazing the cruelty imposed by hospital workers upon innocent vegetables.

And it seems... unthinking. Of course, with cardiac they were dialing way back on salt for me; if I wanted any I had to sneak it. Attempts at livening my fare with sprinkle jars of seasoning mix, well, depend on the brand. You might just stick to brandnames like Gayelord Hauser (salt free Spike) and Mrs Dash.