Not much to say today, just the short story of the little huevos that could…
Imagine sitting patiently, waiting in your carton with 11 of compatriots, knowing you’re destined for greatness but watching yourself be passed over morning after morning.
There goes the Greek yogurt…
And now it’s those mangoes’ time to shine…
Of course. Today it’s chorizo and some queso fresco. Really??
Imagine the hurt, the shame… you eventually have to ask yourself if the yolk’s on you. (Awful. I tried so hard, but couldn’t resist. Forgive me? I’ll serve you some amazing breakfast.)


















