Prune's butter-crumbed eggs with stewed chickpeas might just be the best breakfast I've had since my birthday migas in Austin. The crunchy coating on the runny egg adds a dash of textural contrast to the largely soft meal, and the preserved lemon on top of the Moroccan-spiced chickpeas is just...magic.
And if you're not veggie, you simply must have a side of the lamb sausage. No ifs, ands or buts allowed. No, sirree.
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Now that's what I call breakfast.
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That looks amazing! I'm currently reading Blood, Bones & Butter, so I'm seriously overdue for a visit to NYC & Prune!
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