Breakfast today brought back an old favorite: hash browns. That's right!

The supermarket near my new apartment has a lot of fresh Yukon Gold potatoes, unlike the totally awful ones in the supermarket near Fenway, so I decided to pick a few up for some totally rad classic potato enjoyment. To go with the hash browns, I had scrambled eggs and two sausages.

The breakfast was of course delicious as usual. It turns out I'm not totally used to how utterly powerful this new gas stove yet and I burnt some of it pretty bad but on the flip-side it created a mega-crispy exterior.

There was no soundtrack to this breakfast but I suddenly thought of the song “New Beat” by Toro y Moi. Talk about chillwave in the morning! :J

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A week ago my mother showed up at my apartment with two cartons of jumbo eggs straight from the Asian food market down in Chinatown. The carton was about the size of any other container of dozen eggs but it wasn't until I opened it that I saw just how jumbo these eggs were. They were fucking huge.

The eggs were fried one by one in safflower oil and lightly salted with sea salt and served with a "hearty" Jones Dairy Farm sausage. The sausage came wrapped in paper which I don't think I've ever seen. I'm not sure if I'm supposed to peel them or what, but I did anyway and then I fried it on the pan for some 13 minutes. It came out with this caramelized crust that looked nothing like the picture which makes me wonder if maybe I wasn't supposed to peel it. Ugh, there was none of this paper nonsense in their typical little pork sausages! The sausage tasted fine, though.

Anyway, I can't stress enough how huge these eggs were, though. The yolk was a bright, bright sunny orange and they could barely be contained on the spatula on the way to the plate. I'm really hoping for some twin-yolk eggs in one of these cartons since I haven't seen one of those in absolutely forever. Twin yolks are the best. They're like when you actually get the blue or green gumballs from the gumball machine instead of the white one. Largely inconsequential but largely fun.

For the maximum feel of the 70s breakfast complete with Asian food market jumbo eggs and frozen sausages, the soundtrack for today's breakfast is Elvis Costello's first LP My Aim Is True.

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I had some turkey sausages for breakfast today. They were okay but not amazing. They need to be thawed properly before cooking and I don't really like that. I wrote a message to Jones Dairy Farm yesterday and it turns out I'm supposed to be keeping the "paper" on after all. It's really a collagen casing composed of man-made proteins. I'm not sure if I'm going to buy one of these again.

The eggs were good as usual. I'm pretty sure I've perfected the art of sunny side up frying.

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About the author: A prolific contributor to Jul with some 1890 posts published, Sofi better fancies herself as a cinema geek, a composer, an occasional gamer, a budding fashionita, an absolute cooking newbie and a general life enthusiast-satirist. She is responsible for a number of notable discussions about meteorology and current events and may be contacted at any time through private messaging.