Really you cant beat a carton of eggs for the gift that just keeps on giving. For a quick dinner the Broccoli Francese; some steamed broccoli (the last of the week veg) gets glued together with a grated Parm and pepper-enriched egg mixture. With some buttered toast and a wing and a prayer you have some dinner. Still the next morning more from the carton (along with some leftover reheated white rice) yielded breakfast to go. And for its final act, Luca folds the remaining eggs into a kitchen-sink egg sandwich. I have no idea what else is on that thing besides eggs but you can tell I’ve obviously passed on my scavenger gene to my sons!
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