Midrats. →[More:]So, with the darkened evenings of Standard Time, and earlier sunsets and later dawns this time of year, I've been making midrats, more or less this time of day.

This is killing my relationship with Sharon, the testy counter waitress at the diner where I generally go for breakfast. On the plus side, I'm a helluva lot better cook than Stefan, the Greek-American owner's son, who usually works the grill, midnight to six.

Tonight's Midrats ingredients/concoction:

-Leftover chicken/onion fried rice from dinner.
-Onions fried in butter, drowned in soft scrambled eggs, with liberal doses of marjoram and cracked black pepper.
-A crushed clove of elephant garlic.
-A fairly fresh soft corn tortilla.
-Shredded sharp cheddar cheese.

All together, the "Midrats Egg & Rice Wrap."

Mmm. Scrumptious.

But Sharon has a nice wiggle when she walks, and pours coffee, without asking.