All-protein breakfast.

Out of necessity, not desire, I ate an all-protein breakfast this morning. My refrigerator looks like a post-apocalyptic New York City, all empty, barren, and with cockroaches crawling all around. I managed to locate a chicken sausage in the freezer which I tossed into a frying pan, still frozen, and put on low for about 20 minutes while I prepared my one joy of the morning, french press coffee. After the sausage had sizzled and burned I cracked two eggs into the same skillet and let those cook for a while, until all the grease had mixed and everything in the skillet turned the same color of brown. The all-protein breakfast is a staple of cowboys and cavemen, and like, wolves. So I guess I can count myself among a more simple, primitive, and hardened group than what my normal breakfast of granola and yoghurt places me in. I am almost embarrassed to think about what group that breakfast places me in. I am reminded of how you see all the cowboys cooking in western movies, like Tommy Lee Jones in The Missing. There is a scene where he is frying up some fish he caught out of the river and there is inexplicably a few pieces of bacon in the skillet along with the fish. I guess cowboys had bacon back in the day, but I didn't realize they traveled with it. Not to mention bacon seems like a stupid thing to blow your historical innacuracy on in a film, especially since the bacon wasn't mentioned or even eaten in subsequent scenes. My point is, someone on that set must have known cowboys had bacon, and they threw that little factoid in to make the movie a little more interesting. Now I'm over-analyzing my breakfast choice because Tommy Lee Jones ate bacon with fish in a movie made over ten years ago. Thanks Hollywood.