Top Ten Rules of The Road

I consider myself to be a cautiously aggressive driver.

Yes, I see the irony.

Aggressive Driving


I’ve been known to be a wee bit determined behind the wheel, although I’d like to think I’m not a total idiot either, except the one time I got into a shouting match with another woman in downtown Cleveland, who just so happened to be four times my size. I didn’t back down either, even though the poor innocent Hubby was sitting defenseless in the passenger seat while she and I hurled insults, and other gestures of the solo finger variety, at one another through his window. He was the sweet filling between two overheated Oreo cookies. Needless to say, although I will anyway, that was not my smartest, nor my finest moment.     

I still remember the days of my youth, when I first learned how to operate a motor vehicle. I have fond memories of me behind the wheel, a daredevil in disguise, and my father screaming, “The brake!! The brake!! The brake is your friend.” I also remember doing a lot of parking lot driving after that incident. In my defense, I hit nothing, and I’m sure this was the first sign of my, shall we say, ‘enthusiastic’ driving career; a promise of things to come.  

Suffice to say, I’ve come a long way since then, although if you’ve been fortunate enough to be chauffeured in my car, you’ve probably heard me muttering something along the lines of, “and what does this guy think he’s doing?” “Really? You cut me off, only to slow down,” or simply “You’re breaking the rules” with a shake of my head and a grunt of frustration.  

As a result of decades of random ramblings behind the wheel, the Hubby has requested I write a book entitled Meghan’s Rules of the Road, where I share my driving pearls of wisdom. I opted to pen a blog post instead. These are the unwritten rules, until now that is, and the common courtesies we should all be aware of when we take to the streets. Follow these and the world becomes a better place, or at least our roadways do.  


1) Don’t get into a shouting match with someone four times your size. In fact, don’t get into a shouting match with anyone, well unless they’re smaller than you. It’s not worth your time or energy.

2) Turn signals are there for a reason. You should use them, if only to spare the rest of us from trying to read your mind. I would rather save my super powers for cooler shit than trying to decipher if you’re going to be making a left or right out of the parking lot. Also, don’t be pissed when I go around you because you haven’t given the proper indication.

Turn Signals 2


3) Shaking your fist is an acceptable way to express your anger. So is giving someone, “The Look.” You know the look of which I speak.

4) Please drive the legal speed limit, although my preference would actually be five miles over. Driving 50 miles an hour in a 65 mile per hour zone is downright dangerous.

Green Light


5) Let’s talk tailgating. It’s hazardous, although sometimes necessary and comes with a rule list all its own.

  • Tailgating should be kept to a minimum.
  • Acceptable tailgating is to come up close behind someone for the briefest of moments, just to say “Hi, I’m here. Please get over or speed up now. Thanks, I appreciate it.”
  • It’s never okay to tailgate someone if they are not the source of the problem. In fact, if you do this to me, I will shake my fist and give you The Look.  
  • Now if you are behind the driver impeding the flow of traffic, you do have a moral obligation to gently prod them along.


6) Do not eat and drive. Do not text and drive. Do not drink alcoholic beverages and drive. Do not put on makeup or shave your face and drive. You think these things would be obvious, and yet I have to mention them.  

7) Stop picking your nose. I can see you.

8) If you cut me off, you better accelerate.

Cut That Fella Off


9) This one is a biggie. The passing lane is to be used for…wait for it….PASSING; yes, an actual car, truck, another vehicle, or even a buggy. The point is, we pass in the passing lane. We don’t drive neck and neck with the guy on our right for four miles. Basically, shit or get off the pot.

10) Since we’re on the subject, if you happen be cruising along in the passing lane, belting out ♫ “Life is a Highway, I want to ride it all night long,”♫ (I get it, it’s a great driving song), and someone driving faster than you approaches, you have two options:

  • Get over immediately, allowing them to pass, at which point you can head back into the ‘fast’ lane and resume passing at the speed to which you’re comfortable, or
  • Accelerate. Yes, speed up, pass the cars you’d like to pass, and then get over. 

Driving Slower


Here’s the thing: The concept of a passing lane is to keep the flow of traffic moving, regardless of your own personal opinion on the correct speed. Once you accept other people have different ideas on the same subject, you no longer force everyone to conform to yours.

Tolerating other people’s beliefs, especially when they’re different from your own, will make the roads a better place. At which point, we can all belt out together: ♫ “Life is a Highway, I want to ride it all night long. If you’re going my way, I want to drive it all night long.”♫ See, now doesn’t that sound special?

Happy Thanksgiving. Drive safe out there.

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Scrambled Egg Breakfast Pizza Recipe


Remember last week when I said I wasn’t going to be posting new recipes anytime soon?

Well I’m a big fat hairy liar, minus the extra wooly pounds part.

Scrambled Egg Breakfast Pizza

Hear me out. My treachery was never deliberate, I swear. I even understand your reluctance to trust me, especially since I called myself a trickster, not to be confused with a hipster, although I’m probably that too. I truly had no intentions of creating a new recipe this past weekend, much less sharing it on the blog come Monday. Sometimes life goes awry though and from the chaos, a beautiful Breakfast Pizza is born. 

Scrambled Egg Breakfast Pizza B

Some people set out to make a recipe with a definitive plan in place. They have a strong idea in mind, a firm approach and the ingredients to back it up. They measure twice and cut once, and I have no idea where I’m going with this analogy or how carpentry even got into our little food equation.

The point is this recipe did not come about as a result of a deliberate plan. It really developed when I opened my fridge and suddenly discovered my egg hoard had gotten out of control. Again. Ironically enough, I made a breakfast pizza that last time too. 

Hoarding food, especially a particular ingredient is a lovely little side effect of being a willing participant in a CSA. I also have mountains of apples on my counters and a shitton of squash stashed away in my basement. It’s a thing.  

Eggs Galore

Another thing is I imbibed in a few too many beers on Saturday night and maybe even some kind of shot named after the state of Washington, which also involved an apple. Look at that, I drink seasonally too. Now that’s pure dedication, although I did turn down the fireball because I’m too old for that crap, even if there is a catchy song about it now. It’s like the modern-day One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer with a Latino vibe. George Thorogood was ahead of his time or maybe Pitbull is regressing. Either way, I don’t do fireball.    

I do however do pizza, especially after a night of consumption. In fact, I go to bed craving it, and I wake up wanting it even more. I’m pretty sure everybody does. It’s in our DNA. I’m almost certain I read somewhere it’s part of our thirty-fifth chromosome. Yes, that sounds right and completely factual. You should always believe everything you read on the internet too, even more so when it comes out of my mouth. 

Scrambled Egg Breakfast Pizza D

This Scrambled Egg Breakfast Pizza is Pitbull meets George Thorogood, or in other words, the perfect storm of creativity, hoarding and a desire to soak up some of the prior night’s drinking. It was so damn good, I simply had to share.

I used a Cracked Black Pepper Pizza Crust because my grocery story is awesome and carries the most magnificent dough balls, although any kind of dough would suffice. The base of this pie is a blend of ever so slightly sautéed onions, green peppers, garlic and radishes, a marriage made in heaven if you ask me, and then topped with pile upon pile of fluffy, and well seasoned, scrambled eggs. Covered with cheese because, duh, cheese, a few reserved bell peppers pieces, some radish slices and more chives purely for presentation purposes, this Breakfast Pizza is something you’re going to want in your mouth.  

Scrambled Egg Pizza in Progress

Even better than the magnificence of this pie, is the fact it uses a dozen eggs. Yes, a dozen eggs. It’s go big or go home around these parts or I really needed to put a significant dent in my stockpile. Whatever the reason, this comes together quickly and is enough to feed a small army, which means this makes the perfect post Thanksgiving breakfast, especially if you still have a lot of mouths lingering around, wanting to be fed yet again. That Thanksgiving crowd can be greedy. You give them one huge meal and then suddenly they want another. Go forth and feed them this Scrambled Egg Breakfast Pizza. They will call you a culinary wizard. They might even try to give you a shot of fireball.      

Scrambled Egg Breakfast Pizza

Scrambled Egg Breakfast Pizza
A savory and satisfying Breakfast Pizza packed with protein and veggies.
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Prep Time
25 min
Cook Time
15 min
Total Time
40 min
Prep Time
25 min
Cook Time
15 min
Total Time
40 min
  1. 1 Pizza Dough Ball
  2. 2 Tbsp. Olive Oil
  3. 1 Bell Pepper, diced (approximately 1 cup), divided.
  4. 1/2 Onion, diced (approximately 1 cup)
  5. 2 cloves Garlic, diced
  6. 2 Radishes, divided: 1 diced and 1 sliced into thin circles for presentation purposes.
  7. 12 eggs
  8. 1/2 cup Milk of choice. I used Almond Milk.
  9. 1/4 tsp. Salt
  10. 1/4 tsp. Pepper
  11. 1/4 tsp. Onion Powder
  12. 1/4 tsp. Garlic Powder
  13. 3 tsps. Chives, divided
  14. 1 cup shredded Cheddar Cheese, divided
  1. Preheat oven to 425 (or according to your pizza dough directions).
  2. Stretch out your pizza dough into desired shape and cook dough all by itself for half of the cooking time. I cooked mine solo for seven minutes before adding any toppings.
  3. While the pizza dough is cooking, heat olive oil in a nonstick skillet over medium heat. Add onions and cook for a few minutes, until they turn translucent. Add diced garlic, one radish, and your bell pepper, all but 1 tablespoon. Sprinkle with salt and pepper and let cook for a few more minutes, until vegetables begin to soften. Spread vegetables over your half-cooked pizza dough, covering the entire pie. Set your skillet aside, as we will be using it for the scrambled eggs.
  4. In a medium bowl, beat eggs, milk and seasonings until fluffy. Add 1/2 cup of cheddar cheese.
  5. Add egg mixture to nonstick skillet, which should have remnants of the olive oil, so there's no need to grease it. Cook eggs over low heat, turning occasionally, until eggs are soft set. No need to cook them all the way through here as your oven will do the rest. Let it work for you.
  6. Pour softened eggs on top of your pizza dough with veggie mixture. Top with remaining half cup of cheese, reserved green pepper, radish slices and another teaspoon of chives.
  7. Cook pizza in the oven for another 7 to 10 minutes, once the top begins to brown.
  8. Remove from heat and let cool for 3 minutes before digging in.
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I’m sharing a processing picture because Kirsten does it all the time, and I really like the idea. She also happens to be the Queen of Pizza so it’s fitting for this post. Also, I clearly need to rake. ‘Eh, it’ll happen, most likely come Spring.

Scrambled Egg Breakfast Pizza Processing Picture

This post is being shared with Sprint 2 The Table’s Strange But Good because that’s my girl. Plus eggs on a pizza. Hello? Totally strange and so worth it. It’s also being brought to the table at the following fabulous parties: She Eats Fresh Food Wednesdays, Anyonita Nibbles Tasty Tuesday’s, Hun… What’s for Dinner’s Simply Supper Tuesday’s, Buns in my Oven What’s Cookin’ Wednesday and The Novice Gardener’s Fiesta Friday

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Getting Thankful

When I mentioned my rather rebellious rut earlier this week, I didn’t mean I was actually going to stop writing.

Good heavens no. I fully intend to blog my way through this dry spell if only because I’m stubborn, in a way that makes Tarzan look tame. Was Tarzan stubborn? ‘Eh, you get the idea. What I meant to say was I’ll still be penning posts. They just won’t be food or fitness related, although I may bust out an old recipe or two. I’ve got some hidden gems from long ago. I’m holding out on new recipes though until they’re seasonal or until Google Trends gives me the green light. Yes, I take advice from the great Google in the sky. It’s kind of creepy.

Moving away from all things creepy, Thanksgiving is right around the corner here in the States and only a month or so old for my Canadian friends. Which is why I thought it might be fitting to get thankful and share those things which make me feel all warm and fuzzy, aside from the space heater in my bedroom and my love of lists. There’s also no truth to the rumor I wanted to beat out all the other thankful posts which I imagine will be in full effect some time next week. Yes, in addition to being stubborn, I’m also competitive. Me and Tarzan are besties. 

Let’s Get Thankful

  • I gotta give the Hubby a shout out here, not in a sappy, sentimental way though because it’s so not my style, minus this one post from long ago. Nope for me, it’s the little things. When he’s actually home, he makes my coffee, shovels the driveway and engages in on demand monkey loving. What’s not to like about that? Plus, this Sunday marks our 18th year of exclusivity. He asked me out over a Pralines and Cream ice cream cone. I’d be a fool to turn that down. 


  • I’m thankful for all of you, my lovely readers. Engaging with you guys is what makes blogging so much fun and keeps me coming back day in and day out, or really three times a week, but who’s counting? Aside from me, that is. I do numbers for a living, so this is to be expected.
  • Microgreens. I’ve been getting these nutritional powerhouses in my CSA, and I adore them not only because they’re freakishly delicious, but really because they make me sound way fancier than I actually am. A three cheese omelet with fresh herbs is appealing. Top that bad boy with microgreens and you’ve just brought your A game.


  • Speaking of, I’m grateful for big ol’ Saturday morning breakfasts which include eggs, potatoes, fruit, and bread. “Why yes, those are microgreens on top of my omelet. How clever of you to notice.”

Saturday Morning Breakfast Omelet with Microgreens

  • Beeswax. Hear me out. I use this stuff when I’m cleaning. It makes things shiny, sparkly and smell good. Every time I use it though, some of it inevitably works its way into my hardwood floors, making some very, shall we say, slippery patches. Watching the cats skid across them pretty much makes my day. I told you; it’s the little things. 
  • Since we’re on the topic of cats, I am adamantly and vehemently opposed to them being on my kitchen counters. Sadly, they disagree. Hence, the beeswaxing. It’s urban warfare over here.

Oscar Napping on Counter

  •  I’m thankful for rainbows and unicorns. Obviously.  

Rainbow at the Brown Stadium

Double Chocolate Oatmeal Cookies

  • This song, specifically. I sang it to one of my nearest and dearest years and years ago when they were in medically induced coma with an unknown outcome, so this happy little number carries some significant emotional weight for me.


On that extremely revealing note ♫, pun intended, ♫ it’s time to wrap this post up. Work beckons and so does a hot shower. My coworkers appreciate when I try to clean up for the office.

What are you thankful for in your life right now? What’s a song which carriers lots of emotional weight for you and why?  

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