When it comes to a plate of breakfast things I prefer the entire composition turn into one big yolk covered massacre. This is from a delightful little Spanish bakery/kitchen around the corner from my friend's place, where I occasionally dine and make up my own dialogue for the Spanish TV shows they have playing. This morning on a talk show I decided that a woman was screaming at her husband because she found huge slices of ham in his dresser drawer again. What is with this guy!?