The chickens ( I got three hens) have started laying again, so we have some brown and green eggs to use up.  That means Saturday morning breakfast is the classic "man" breakfast, with three farm eggs, some bacon I picked up in Lockeford on the way back from Visalia yesterday, and a wild yeast sourdough waffle.   Add several drops of Yucateco sauce on those eggs, a steaming mug of hot coffee, and you have breakfast Nirvana.