OK, don’t get jealous now. Not only does my husband know how to cook a great pizza, but he makes me one, if not two, homemade breakfasts every weekend. At most, I might have to make a pot of coffee, but sometimes he does that, too. I try to completely stay out of his way and let him do whatever the heck he wants. Most of the time, it’s just a classic breakfast of eggs, an English muffin (everything, always) and maybe some bacon or sausage if we have it. A few weeks ago, my only request was that he make something involving a few of the California Avocados I had around.