I just made eggs veracruz for breakfast. Huevos rancheros, really, except instead of using salsa, I made a riff on the veracruz sauce I love serving with fresh-caught fish in the summer. Here’s how our breakfast table conversation went, when we split this recipe between the two of us:
HIM: Is this Veracruz?
HIM: Naughty breakfast.
ME: Naughty? What makes it naughty?
Moment of silence.
HIM: Well actually, it really is sort of naughty. Eating 1,000 calories before you leave the house in the morning is naughty.
I’m so glad he’s here to help.