002bI’m kinda fried after following Polly Ticks all week. Making myself an omelet. (I wave my magic wand, point it at myself, and say: “You’re an omelet!”)

Coffee’s ready, and there may be bacon sizzling somewhere. Got steel cut oats going for you vegans out there. Don’t mind the scent, that’s just shallots I chopped up for the omelet. Want one? (An omelet, that is?)

So what sorts of food gets you through the day? Or is it the thoughts of what you could be making that do it for you? (Makin’ bacon! Yeah!)