The Alchemist’s Breakfast: Crispy Hash Brown Shakshuka to Wake the Dead
Listen, after a brutal fourteen-hour shift behind the line, my brain usually resembles scrambled eggs, and my feet are screaming in languages even I don’t fully translate yet. But last night, as the kitchen closed and the clean-down crew started blasting local tunes, a wild, beautiful hunger took over. I didn’t want another greasy staff…