My 11-year-old son slept late this morning, then decided he wanted eggs for breakfast. By the time he got the eggs cooked, it was noon, which meant that he needed lunch, too. (He believes in three meals a day, regardless of how short the day is.) So he ate the prettier fried egg as breakfast, with toast and bacon. Lunch, which followed immediately, was the other fried egg, in a tortilla with bacon and tomato slices. He was much happier with a full tummy.