Weekend Eggs

I am a huge fan of eggs in their many forms.  I am, however, very picky about where my eggs come from.  It brings me no joy to eat an egg from a sad chicken.  My eggs must come from happy, lively chickens.  Therefore, I never eat the eggs from the dining hall (who knows how those poor chickens were treated!).  Luckily, the Farmers Market is filled with various organic, free-range chicken egg vendors.  In order to get my egg-fix while at school, I picked up a dozen the last time I was at the market.  For simplicity's and time's sake, I first hard-boiled a few.  Yum yum.  But hard boiling is not my favorite egg preparation.  I wanted to scramble them!  After stealing some butter from the dining hall (I was too lazy and stingy to go buy my own olive oil or something), I was determined to have a scrambled egg and toast this weekend.  Although I did not toast the bread in the end (I used some potato rosemary bread I had frozen), I did add some delicious, stinky cheese I got from the Farmers Market.  Such a satisfying breakfast.  Hopefully it will energize me for attacking the piles of work I have sitting on my desk and mocking me.

Scrambled egg and cheese on potato rosemary bread = a match made in heaven, excuse my trite expression.

And because I am a biology major and completely obsessed with the periodic chart I have on my wall, I simply had to ponder which compounds were in my eggy, cheesy breakfast.  Hmm...

What's inside?