Every weekend, I try to make Matt what my dad calls “a big boy breakfast.” No quicker way to win over a man’s heart than to feed him something hearty and delicious in the morning. This past weekend, I think I may have outdone myself. I feel like it’s okay to say that mainly because all I really did was chop up a bunch of stuff and throw it in a hot skillet. Couldn’t have been easier, or tastier.

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