Sometimes you wake up, and you get that calling. A calling to immediately make breakfast, as if you had been dreaming about turkey bacon, scrambled cilantro eggs, fresh Asian pear, and hash. Today was one of those days my friend, and no amount of shaving for too long and subsequently burning 80% of the hash would deter me. Longingly looking on from the nearby windowsill was Artemis, who despite her meowing, could not deter me from my quest. Maybe next time, kitty.