Sunday morning... I really wanted sausage biscuits...
Yes, I know, I'm a Yankee through and through, but many years in different parts of the South - and a really wonderful mother-in-law in North Carolina - made me a slave to the charms of real biscuits with real sausage...
(If you ever see a place called Biscuitville... in NC and VA... stop the car immediately and go in... You'll be glad you did... trust me... It's the only "fast food" place I ever go to.)
Anyway, we had no sausage, so I ended up making scrambled eggs and biscuits. Not the same, but at least the biscuit part of the craving was well and truly satisfied.
PS. The beautiful bowl holding these biscuits was made for us by our beautiful nextdoor neighbor, Bruce Kocher!