I’ve always leaned a little toward scrambled eggs. I like mine with ketchup. I like fried eggs about as often as I like shrimp: once or twice a year. Today it’s raining. I love that; and breakfast for lunch at Angela’s, formerly known as Daisy’s, sounded delightful. I use that word sparingly. But, delightful for me can equal writing a little, walking in the rain a little, people watching a little, and just enjoying a...
