Well folks, another year has rolled by and my wonderful husband was bound to have another birthday, even if it didn't land him in his 30's just yet. So, to celebrate the joyous occasion, we decided to depart from our vacation campsite a few hours early so we could roll into the lovely town of Hood River for a special birthday breakfast. We (well, I) had seen a place in town called "Sage's" and thought it sound crunchy enough and the insides of the place looked like it might be just the type of down home "tofu scramble" kind of place where we might feel right at home. So we left the dogs in the car with the windows down in the shade and rushed to make it in before noon because that is when breakfast would stop being served.
Upon reviewing the menu, we noticed lots of scrambles, sandwiches, and salads. We were both in the mood for breakfast though, so each of us ordered a scramble. I started to have a bit of hesitation when I ordered and had a brief altercation with the owner of the place who convinced me that I did not want the avocado because it was actually a spread, NOT to be confused with sliced avocado. I was able to divert her attention by not ordering it and things smoothed out, so I proceeded to my chair, unconcerned about the future of our dining experience....I mean, people have misunderstandings now and again right?
Anyway, a few moments had passed and I wanted to go and check on the dogs outside, so Mike hung at the table while I made my way out for a few short moments. Things were cool and calm outside so I headed in, and when I got back to the table, the food had arrived. Mike was sitting there with a peculiar look on his face and when I sat in the chair he looked at me and said "Babe, I think we've gotten ourselves some microwave eggs here"!!!! Well, much to my dismay, and upon a brief inspection, I realized that he was in fact, correct and the eggs had been nuked beyond recognition with the veggies thrown in at some point. I thought I had heard lots of beeping before, but then I assumed that we hadn't ordered anything nuke-worthy, so I didn't fret the whole thing. As we discussed it too though, we decided that the likelihood of the eggs coming from a bag or carton instead of from a shell was very good.
Mike ate his because he was to a point of starvation that I had yet to reach. I, however decided that it would be best if I waited and contemplated returning the dish after a few painstaking bites, but decided against it for some strange reason. We still wonder why we didn't do it though. It probably had something to do with our southern charm or the need to not start the birthday with a scene. There is however, always thought of how we could have spent that 20 bucks better on Mike's big day, but what's done is done and at least I have a nice picture of Mike enjoying the delicious dish on his birthday morn!
Happy Birthday Mike!
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