Breakfast.

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I am getting better at frying eggs.  No, not a difficult thing.  A bit trickier if one enjoys them easy over.  This one does.  On the other hand, it is easier if one fries eggs nearly every morning.  As is becoming the way.  Washing the pan isn't needed so frequently as skill improves.  And, yes, a plain (tri-clad, albeit) stainless surface is what is used.  I no longer have sticky messes every time I fry eggs.  I have learned to keep my pan clean, even if other intentions fail.

I warmed the last two pork chops in the oven.  That is vastly superior to heating in the microwave.  Milk as well, and a fatted coffee, made breakfast a truly fine affair.  It wasn't as pretty as a restaurant, but it is better than any restaurant I have ever breakfasted.  Plus I was absolutely sure about every single ingredient.  The chops were from a local butcher with whom I am blessed to be a near neighbor, the eggs are from a closer near neighbor and friend, the milk is raw, brought by a close neighbor I consider as kin... leaving only the cook in a bit of doubt.

I didn't test blood before the meal.  I will in, say, three hours.  Go from there.  It should be better.  I would love a nap, but it seems a bit early.  I can't believe how good it was.  Cooked and heated properly, food... simple items, done humbly... can be incredible.  Hunger, or barring that as keto kicks in, rarer consumption and smaller amounts, add a special spice.

Good morning and day.  Oh, and get to church.  I would, but even with great pressure I have failed to be able to be out except at the beginning and end of the whole last month.  Ugh.  I'll... work on it myself.  If you make it, spot me a prayer while there.  God knows all, but He likes to hear, even if from messengers.