From time to time, when I am out having breakfast (or brunch) with other people, I have jokingly threatened to order the Eggs Benedict Arnold. (This is one of the many reasons why you can’t take me anywhere.)
I have never actually done so. At least, not until today.
No kidding. Those are Eggs Benedict Arnold, an actual dish at Café Blue in Bee Cave. They were quite good. And, even better, they did not try to surrender my stomach to the British an hour later.
Thanks, Mom!
(And thanks to Lawrence and Borepatch for their kind wishes, too. By the way, Lawrence isn’t kidding about that “since God was a corporal” comment.)