My father left the family when I was 6, he was hardly even a footnote in my life. I gave up pretending to have a relationship to him over six years ago after my first son was born, and we haven’t spoken since. My step dad was an abusive drunkard. Needless to say, I didn’t exactly have the best examples of fatherhood to follow. So when I became a father, I didn’t know where a father fit in to a family. It took me a long while before I became comfortable with being a father, longer before I actually started to enjoy it.
Happy Father’s Day to all the men that were raised without knowing what a father was like, for breaking the cycle of absenteeism, stepping up and become the example for your children that you never had.

The other day I ran across this video on Youtube, in which a street vendor displayed an interesting method of making an egg sandwich. Looking through my food supplies, I have enough chef-fu to give this a shot, but with a special twist: instead of bread I would use leftover pizza.



Here we have two slices of Domino’s bacon-jalapeño-mushroom pizza warming on medium-high in the pan. Of course you can just use whatever leftover pizza you find in your fridge. Reheating pizza on the stove is much better than reheating in the microwave because that way the crust becomes crispy. While the pizza is doing its thing, prep your eggs.



Dash of salt, 12 shakes of pepper, one second of milk, small squeeze of mustard. Don’t ask for specifics, this is how I roll. Honestly, season it however you want, doesn’t matter, heresy is about to be committed anyway.



Beat the eggs, remove the pizza, butter the pan, insert eggs into pan. Lower the heat to about medium.



Add pizza, toppings side down, and cover. I placed the pizza crusts opposite each other for reasons that are about to become clear.



Wait until the eggs look almost cooked, then using a large sturdy spatula, flip the whole experiment. Cover again. You’re almost there.



Oh boy, almost done.



Why do I even own a knife that says pizza on it? Slice this monstrosity in half.



There you have it folks! Breakfast is served. The crispy crust juxtaposes the chewy innards, while the blend of egg and toppings is a symbolic tribute to the essence of early summer leftovers. Would I want to make this again? Maybe, if I weren’t sober.

Can you trip like I do (send feedback in the comments or in my Ask)?