Oh yeah, I forgot something... EGGS! Gotta love eggs. I'm fortunate to live in West Tennessee, where there are people in easy driving distance who keep chickens and sell eggs. Those weak, thin-shelled, watery-yolked things at the supermarket are not real eggs.
For breakfast this morning I got five hardboiled eggs, sliced each one in half and put a bite of sharp cheddar in the middle, then let the cheese melt just a little bit from the egg's heat.