Clees is a breakfast genius.

Even when Clees is in the doghouse, I am always all smiles when he fries up some prosciutto with a fresh laid egg. My all time favorite is his sourdough French toast. Since Clees has been away in New York for a week, I've been eking by with random fruit. But a lazy Saturday morning deserves more than that. I dipped some stale Acme sourdough round slices in a egg and milk batter and voila. The egg creates a barrier to steam the bread inside and becomes soft and chewy again. Uhhaha, I've got one of Clees's secrets.