breakfast disaster (with a happy ending)

On Sundays, I generally work from 12:30 to 7:15. So unlike most mornings, I have time to eat a filling breakfast.

I go to Agata and buy:

• scrambled eggs with tomato (only a 1/4 pound as I don't  like scrambled eggs, but want the protein to get through the day); 

• something Agata calls breakfast potatoes;

• and a small apple-flavored turkey sausage.

I heat it up. Then decide to add a touch of salt to the potatoes, using my once-reliable little bunny salt grinder.

Only this time the bottom falls out (literally).

I leave for work hungry,  and pick up a muffin on the way.


Addendum: I go on the Chef N' website to order a new one and see that my salt grinder is guaranteed for life. My free replacement is on its way!