Scrambled, Poached, Over Easy

I love eggs. Deviled, fried with dippy centers, scrambled with ketchup (I know it's gross but my Dad ate them that way when I was a kid and old habits die hard.) On my quest to eat a vegan diet for 21 days (as a launching point to a new healthier and kinder lifestyle) it wasn't the meat that tempted me to fall off the wagon, but a Cheese Omelet.

My husband and I had a lousy week. There was a car accident, trouble at work, torrential rains in our normally sunny San Diego - and so, being foodies, we went to breakfast to cheer ourselves up.

They offered two "weekday specials" -giant mounds of food for $3.99. The first special was meat laden, and included pig in all it's glorious forms; bacon, sausage, ham and pancakes. I wasn't tempted.

Special # 2 was an omelet and pancakes. I ordered it and thoroughly enjoyed the cheese oozing out of my eggs.

Unexpectedly, I regretted it later.

Having seen Jonathan Safran Foer on TV and hearing him talk about the horrendous treatment of chickens. For the past few years I have purchased "organic cage free eggs" and felt that was enough. Jonathan said it wasn't not enough and asked people to dig deeper. I haven't done that yet. And, admittedly, purposefully. I am fairly certain the local greasy spoon diner isn't coughing up $4.00 a dozen for organic cage free eggs so my cheese omelet probably wouldn't be so appetizing if I saw the creepy farm the eggs came from.

Okay, purists, I backslid. What shall be my penance?

Today when tempted to eat eggs again, I instead microwaved some Bob's Red Mill Cream of Wheat. I nuked it too long and it exploded in my microwave. Eggs are less trouble.

However I must admit once I wiped up the mess, the Cream of Wheat with sliced peaches, stevia and vanilla soy milk was sublime.