Though it pains me to see a sweet face on my plate looking so sad and resigned to his fate of being eaten, I have to do what I came here to do and dip him in over medium egg yolks. It's a cruel world.
I know I just featured eggs in a basket here a while back, but that one wasn't cut in the shape of a heart with little ketchup hearts! If this were my breakfast those hearts would be made of Sriracha but I'm willing to let it go this once. You can thank me later for making your Valentine's Day breakfast one to remember.