Growing up, I vividly remember waking up on Saturday mornings, during my teenage years, when I was with my mom. The sun would be beaming through my room as the sun came up and I could smell the deliciousness my mom was whipping up in the kitchen. These memories are probably my most vivid from my teenage years besides the trouble I got in. To this day, Saturday breakfast is a ritual. I get up, put on some warm clothes, and head to the kitchen and start with making a pot of coffee and frying bacon.
This recipe isn’t my mother’s recipe, but it is one my wife and I have been fiddling with for the past few years. It’s over the top good and does well as a dinner option too.