Friday July 17th (breakfast [with Mom and Dad]): I ordered the Huevos Rancheros (per usual) with spicy chorizo at The Good Egg. I was almost tempted to order the Cinnamon Apple Crunch Crepes, but I gave up and got what I always do. I first ordered Huevos Rancheros at TGE because of the reference to it in Rob's poem "A Fine Mist" - a fistful of huevos rancheros. I didn't necessarily expect to like it so much. I always order the eggs scrambled and then make my little tortillas into an enchillada shaped thingy before stuffing it in my mouth. Then I just eat the leftovers by themselves. Today, the chorizo seemed much spicier than it has been past times I've ordered this.
