Peanut, my fifteen-year-old son who is expected to be six-foot-two, loves a hearty breakfast.
A home-cooked spread of meat, eggs, fruit, bread, milk and/or juice will draw a smile to that boy’s face any day of the week and any hour of the day.
And I love whipping up some of his favorites on those lazy mornings when Duty isn’t pulling me in fifty different directions.
The entire ordeal brings me joy.
From the griddle my mother gave me…
the bacon press, a gift from my step-mother…
To the serving pieces I use…today’s bowl is one of my grandmother’s that was passed down to me…
To the smile on my boy’s face, a delightful, toothy grin he refused to share with the camera…
What moment will touch your day with a little bit of happiness?
Soon…