The most important meal of the day

I asked my Houston family to help me eat my fill of the stuff I can’t get in NZ. We had a BBQ lunch and a Mexican dinner with all the trimmings. Both were wonderful.

But this was the (quantity) highlight, breakfast the next day. A chicken-fried steak the size of a dinner plate, 3 eggs, a pile of hash browns and a biscuit as big as 4 biscuits. Gravy. More gravy. And all for less $$ than a small Auckland breakfast.

It tasted just right, and I’m both proud and ashamed to say that I ate most of it. Thanks, Frank and Monique, for letting me hang on to my Texas breakfast stereotypes… even though you guys don’t actually eat like that. Itch scratched 😋.

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