Today, I did not eat breakfast. When my husband came home around noon, he grabbed a bag of tortilla chips and salsa. I wanted some, but I hadn't eaten breakfast yet. If you're one of those lucky people blessed/cursed with OCD, you'll understand. I needed to have breakfast food before I could eat snack food. So, I thought I would scramble some eggs real fast, then have some chips and salsa.
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My 12 year-old son walked in while I was making them (which took all of 6 minutes) and called them The Invention of the Century.
I scrambled two eggs, threw some chips on a plate, grated the cheese, microwaved it all for a minute and had tasty nachos that lasted all of 20 seconds between myself and the 12-year-old.