Ingredients:
2 eggs
1 can black beans
3 corn tortillas
1-2 ozs. of cheese
Garlic powder
Pepper
Cumin
Cayenne Pepper
Oregano
Optional:
1 tbsp. butter
1/4 cup chicken broth
To prepare:
Open the can of black beans. If you have the chicken broth, drain them. Dump them into a pot. Add chicken broth and the butter if you have them. Turn on medium heat and stir until butter is dissolved. Add a couple shakes of pepper, garlic powder, cayenne, and two pinches of cumin, stir. Turn down heat and simmer uncovered while you get out a pan. Heat the pan and give it a little coating of butter. Crack the two eggs and cook as you like them, Shakespeare, but I prefer them fried. When the eggs are done, grab your tortillas and using a spatula lift up those eggs and slide the tortillas underneath. Leave them there for about thirty seconds, then flip the tortillas. Let them sit for about ten to fifteen seconds. Slide them onto a plate so the tortillas cover most of the plate. Put the eggs on top (if they didn't come with the tortillas). Then cover with the beans and turn off the heat on the rest of the beans. Grate some cheese on top (or, for a real treat, crumble some feta or queso fresco on there) and give it a couple of shakes of oregano. Then chow down.
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just to dream a dream with you
on our bed of California stars
I'd like to rest my heavy head tonight
on a bed of California stars
I'd like to lay my weary bones tonight
on a bed of California stars
I'd love to feel
your hand touching mine
and tell me why
I must keep working on
Yes, I'd give my life
to lay my head tonight on a bed
Of California stars
I'd like to dream
my troubles all away
on a bed of California stars
Jump up from my starbed
make another day
underneath my California stars
They hang like grapes
on vines that shine
and warm the lovers' glass
like friendly wine
So I'd give this world
just to dream a dream with you
on our bed of California stars
So I'd give this world
just to dream a dream with you
on our bed of California stars
to dream a dream with you
-Woodrow Wilson Guthrie
Saul Bellow died yesterday.
He wrote like I wish I could write.