Wedgwood, Pork and Triage

I should have known that all was not well in my world when I awoke some five hours later than was my habit.  I went to the kitchen to see what might be rustled up  for breakfast. I found and  poured a tall glass of dairy fresh milk and set about  perusing  the fridge. My eye spied the Ziploc  baggy of cubed pork and the carton of Jumbo Eggs. On top of the stove sat a 8 inch pan still warm from the last use and containing a sufficient amount of grease to cook the pork.

Bootsy, had followed me into the kitchen, which is her habit, looking for the all elusive  canned food, it mattered not that I had just moments earlier fed both her and Sasha. Bootsy was all about the hunt.

I took out the eggs and pork, placing them  securely on the  counter, measured out the 4 oz that I am now allowed to have, (Health and all of that rubbish) pulled out two perfectly portioned eggs. The pork was sizzling in the pan, I returned the unused food to the  safety of the fridge. I pulled out the Louisiana Hot Sauce and proceeded to  removed the now cooked pork from the stove sliding it ever so gently onto the waiting Wedgwood  plate, one that had been demoted to kitchen duty due to a few chips.  I  then cracked open the eggs and  proceeded  to properly season them.

The glass of milk was now about half full. The stove timer beeped signaling  the 2 minute mark,  I checked on my perfectly portioned eggs, as  I do enjoy them sunny side up…Perfection… The eggs were just right, so I plated the eggs next to the cubed pork, and proceeded to splash the pork and eggs with the hot sauce liberally, as is proper for hot sauce, (liberal that is) I recalled that I had also spied some grated cheese in the fridge. So, for the sake of expediency, I thought that I would bring the plate to the cheese. I picked up  the plate….. or so I thought that was what I was going to do. It slipped out of my hand and came crashing to the floor with shards of Wedgwood, pork, sunny side eggs and hot sauce splattered  across a 5 foot area of the kitchen…..Bootsy, normally at my heels, was now nowhere to be found. As I sat on the cold floor, surveying the wreckage of my breakfast and determining  the best course of action to secure the rescue of the pork…I was not going to let that pork fall in vain.

It seemed the most logical first step was to suspend the 5 sec. rule.

I drained the remaining milk in the glass, for fortification, armed with broom, dust pan, paper towel, and waste basket I began Operation Piglet. I crept towards the main battlefield being ever so careful, I only in my house slippers, and on my knees,  extracting the fallen pieces of pork from the wreckage  placing them in a plastic bowl,  so that they might be prepped for triage.

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