Well, that's a little of an untruth, because my husband cooked this for me one Saturday morning. He rarely cooks, and did this with zero pressure, input, or involvement from me. Fried pork chop, sauteed mushrooms, overeasy egg, with tortillas and green chile. I normally would've broken the egg yolk for the picture, but I was still in shock from the fact that the man cooked.
Getting back to normal, next up, braised cabbage with smoky bacon, recipe courtesy of Almost Bourdain. I used a Hungarian bacon given to us by friends that is absolutely amazing.
This time I remembered to crack the yolk.
This carbonara is from way back, when I made duck prosciutto. No cream. Don't you dare add cream.
Butter and store-bought bread. Why post this? Because I made the damn butter. And it was good.