Some time after 2:30 in the morning, when I knew I should be getting to sleep, and was already cleaning off my bed, I decided I needed to eat something. I had two farm eggs left from the dozen my friend Leslie had given my mom (who gave most of them to me). I decided to forgo toast, and had no turkey bacon or anything like that. I washed up a few dishes and melted a little butter in a small skillet. Then I chopped up a fresh jalapeño I had bought, and a bit of onion which Mom had given me. I drizzled in a little olive oil and then added the onion and pepper; after a couple of minutes I tossed in some fresh spinach and wilted that. After removing the veggies, I cracked the eggs into a bowl and mixed them up, then put them in the pan and scrambled them. Finally I added some pickled garlic and some red thing (tomato, maybe, but I think some kind of pepper). (This was an antipasto I got from the grocery store and had been snacking on. It originally had jalapeños, too, but I’d eaten all those already.) I garnished it with a few black grapes and some fresh spinach leaves, then remembered the mascarpone cheese I’d bought (if the grocery store keeps having this at a reduced price, I’m going to be a happy man, if perhaps a fatter one). I added that, and half an avocado which was just about ripe enough. Of course, I dusted the eggs, veggies and cheese with fresh-ground black pepper (I put this on almost everything; I may have to try it on my cereal).
Man, it was good. Looked good, too:


It was great, but almost too hot with the jalapeño and the pickled garlic. To cool myself down, I went back and had a little more mascarpone cheese, a few more grapes, and the other half of the avocado:

I just read that mascarpone is a double- or triple-cream cheese, consisting of 60% to 75% milk fat. No wonder it’s so incredible. I’m gonna have to leave it alone–once this tub is gone….