I'm not totally insane. I know that most of the foods and dishes I blog about wouldn't amuse a normal person as much as they amuse me.
However, the whole table at Mexican brunch (Don Jaime's in Mt. Pleasant) on Sunday found some humor in this dish:
It's called Huevos Divorciados. Yes, that's right, Spanglish speakers: I ate "divorced eggs" for breakfast.
Now, this might seem perplexing if you don't know the backstory to this sad yet delicious state of things. But I think I've pieced it together.
Warning: I'm about to take something moderately amusing way too far.
See, they tried to work out their differences. The eggs sought counseling, meeting weekly with these tasty fried plantains.
But the fighting wouldn't stop. The tomatillo sauce-slathered huevo was green with envy (hahaha) after finding the other huevo with some super high priced iced coffee. The spicier, tomato-based sauce egg would get all fired up. He was all like, "I can't help it! You KNOW how picante I am, how I need la pasión!"
The beans and rice tried not to get in the middle. "I hate it when you guys fight!" the frijoles shouted, crying tears of delicious black bean sauce. The rice began to rebel, staying out past curfew and hanging out with diced carrots.
Finally, despite their conservative religious values, the huevos knew it was time to break up. Trust me, it was all for the best. Both eggs found a nice, thick, tasty homemade tortilla to hang out with.
Yeah, I got it nailed. What a strange dish.
And now that I'm reading this post I wonder if it's too weird for the Internet.
Then I remember how strange the Internet is. Happy September!