The delight of the first meal of a weekend day keeps me coming back to a dish like this. Crispy, tender greens weighed down only by the glory of a perfectly cooked egg. I don't always enjoy the feeling of the end of a good day. Afternoons lead to evenings, and to night. Mornings have alway invigorated me and I savour the (memories) of the days I woke up (alert) before 8am. This childlike morning time has always been my master, my teacher of joy. There is so much hope and potential. So much I could do with this day. I don't want it to end. And yet. Afternoons lead to evenings, and to night. One solution could be eggs and greens cooked together as if they were always meant to be this way. So comforting and easy to prepare, even at night.
(recipe follows)