I'm not a heavy drinker. I can't say I drink weekly, but on occasion there will be a few weeks where every Friday or so I'll go out and get a drink. On those Friday's where I get more than one drink, like last night, I tend to get something more like five.
That's my limit. Five. Depending on the drink, of course, but I usually can handle them like a champ. Last night was the same story, with drinking and dancing and fun times in Culver City. I should have taken a picture of my shot that was on fire, but I didn't.
Anywho, I digress. Mornings after rarely wake me with a headache, but a deep craving for eggs. Either over medium with toast, thus scooping up all the delicious yolk, or scrambled. This morning was a scrambled kind... but I have to, have to when I wake up from drinking, include tons of things in my scramble. The most important? Avocado.
This is this morning's scramble.
A quick mixture of two scrambled eggs, made fluffy with milk and water and seasoned with sriracha. Then mixed with tomatoes, spinach, avocado, bacon, onions cooked in the bacon drippings, colby-jack, and a little bit of havarti dill for pizazz.
Then topped with colby-jack, of course, and a bit of hot sauce. It was the perfect cure. And delicious (though nothing exciting at all)