Breakfast in Elkhart

I rarely eat breakfast. In Fact, the very idea of breakfast disgusts me. I vomit a little in my mouth when I see a pile of pancakes at 8 in the morning. That being said, when I visit the old folks, I seem to love breakfast. My father stares at me, mouth agape, as he watches me steam potatoes, soak wheat berries, trim parsley, and coddle eggs. "Why don't you go to culinary school?" He asks. ""Why don't you go to hell?" I reply...well, not really, you see I do care, I really do care about the old folks. The truth is, I simply ignore him. Anyway, here is the latest breakfast creation to come from my last visit home:



I start by sauteeing an onion in olive oil until the chopped bits are translucent.
Next, I add chopped green chilies, chopped eggplant, and chopped tomato, and chopped bacon!
Cook these until the eggplant is done.
Then I add four eggs on top of the mixture, turning the heat down way low as I do.
I cover the pan with a lid (or another pan of the same diameter).
When the eggs are done, I add some fresh basil and some shredded cheese.
Oh, did I forget about the tabbouleh? Hell the fuck no I didn't!
I took wheat berries that I had soaked overnight and cooked, cooled and rinsed, and I added some fresh parsley, mint, onion, and the juice of two oranges (hey were out of lemons). Yumsville!