Not me. Look high and low for a loaf in my fridge and you'll find nary a crumb. Don't get me wrong — I love bread. Me and sliced grains are good ol' amigos. We're just not in a committed, demanding, can't-live-without-ya, "what-are you-thinking-about" relationship. That'd be annoying. Just ask peanut butter and grape jelly.
Keeping the peace in my breadbox in lieu of the prison staple is a big stack of corn tortillas (30-count for a handful of pesos!). I've already waxed nostalgic about Donnie As and hinted at nuevo Donnie As. Well, here's a tortilla lover's desayuno D-lite — sloppy, groggy, make-some-coffee breakfast tacos.
What's peculiar about this quick b-fast are the eggs. I used to despise eggs ("comes from a chicken not a bunny, dummy"). Now I tolerate them just enough to appreciate the benefits of their amicable pairing with potatoes, salsa, queso, spinach and whatever else is sitting neglected in Tupperware. What ya get ain't pretty, but it hardly matters when you've yet to wash the sleep out your eyes. Real-good, real-hot salsa will take care of that in no time.