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6 hours ago, YvetteMT said:

Headed out for an atv ride and then a pig roast for dinner.  This should hold us for awhile today-

Chicken sausages, potatoes, eggs scrambled with ham and onion. 

So many of your breakfast images remind of the days I was hanging out in Chinook, and working on a small ranch in exchange for room and board.  Early in the morning my friend Rick and I would join Gay Stern, the ranch owner, his family, and a few local cowboys for breakfast. It was always a hearty breakfast with venison steak and homemade  biscuits and pie putting in frequent appearances.  Emma, Gay's wife, did the cooking.

One morning, after about a week of breakfasts, Gay surprised us by asking Rick and me what we wanted for breakast. Usually, breakfast was just served and we'd eat what was provided. I enthusiastically replied, "Venison steak and eggs, home fries, and biscuits."  Gay laconically responded, "That sounds great. Go make it." I was surprised, but Gay was correct. We weren't putting in our share of help for breakfast. From that point on, I'd cook for the gang at least once if not twice a week. And I soon learned to cook venison properly. Thank you, Emma.

4 hours ago, YvetteMT said:

Headed out for an atv ride and then a pig roast for dinner.  This should hold us for awhile today-

Chicken sausages, potatoes, eggs scrambled with ham and onion. 

So many of your breakfast images remind of the days I was hanging out in Chinook, and working on a small ranch in exchange for room and board.  Early in the morning my friend Rick and I would join Gay Stern, the ranch owner, his family, and a few local cowboys for breakfast. It was always a hearty breakfast with venison steak and homemade  biscuits and pie putting in frequent appearances.  Emma, Gay's wife, did the cooking.

One morning, after about a week of breakfasts, Gay surprised us by asking Rick and me what we wanted for breakast. Usually, breakfast was just served and we'd eat what was provided. I enthusiastically replied, "Venison steak and eggs, home fries, and biscuits."  Gay laconically responded, saying "That sounds great. Go make it." I was surprised, but Gay was correct. We weren't putting in our share of help for breakfast. From that point on, I'd cook for the gang at least once if not twice a week. And I soon learned to cook venison properly. Thank you, Emma.

2 hours ago, YvetteMT said:

Headed out for an atv ride and then a pig roast for dinner.  This should hold us for awhile today-

Chicken sausages, potatoes, eggs scrambled with ham and onion. 

So many of your breakfast images remind of the days I was hanging out in Chinook, and working on a small ranch in exchange for room and board.  Early in the morning my friend Rick and I would join Gay Stern, the ranch owner, his family, and a few local cowboys for breakfast. It was always a hearty breakfast with venison steak and homemade  biscuits and pie putting in frequent appearances.  Emma, Gay's wife, did the cooking.

One morning, after about a week of breakfasts, Gay surprised us by asking Rick and me what we wanted for breakast. Usually, breakfast was just served and we'd eat what was provided. I enthusiastically replied, "Venison steak and eggs, home fries, and biscuits."  Gay responded by saying that sounded great and that I should make it. I was surprised, but Gay was correct. We weren't putting in our share of help for breakfast. From that point on, I'd cook for the gang at least once if not twice a week. And I soon learned to cook venison properly. Thank you, Emma.

38 minutes ago, YvetteMT said:

Headed out for an atv ride and then a pig roast for dinner.  This should hold us for awhile today-

Chicken sausages, potatoes, eggs scrambled with ham and onion. 

So many of your breakfast images remind of the days I was hanging out in Chinook, and working on a small ranch in exchange for room and board.  Early in the morning my friend Rick and I would join Gay Stern, the ranch owner, and his family and a few local cowboys for beakfast. It was always a hearty breakfast with venison steak and homemade  biscuits and pie putting in frequent appearances.  Emma, Gay's wife, did the cooking.

One morning, after about a week of breakfasts, Gay surprised us by asking us what we wanted for breakast. Usually, breakfast was just served and we'd eat what was provided. I enthusiastically replied, "Venison steak and eggs, home fries, and biscuits."  Gay responded by saying that sounded great and that I should make it. I was surprised, but Gay was correct. We weren't putting in our share of help for breakfast. From that point on, I'd cook for the gang at least once if not twice a week. And I soon learned to cook venison properly. Thank you, Emma.