Breakfast comes in many different shapes and sizes, but the king of them all is the breakfast sandwich. It rules over the realm of morning meals, incorporating whatever ingredients it damn well pleases. The only bounds it knows are its book-ending slabs of carbohydrates.
'Pancacon' is only the most splendiferous, uber-awesome, scrupdillyiscious breakfast treat of all time. Bar none. So suck it, smoked apple sausage, your salad days high atop the breakfast totem are over. O. V. E. R.
I know everyone's got Thanksgiving on the brain. But me? I'm thinking about migas. What exactly are migas, you ask? That's precisely what I asked myself recently when I stumbled upon a recipe for them online.