Visions of being the Beaver's mom rise up to make me feel guilty once again.....a perfectly set breakfast table,
Scrumptious weekend breakfasts I usually manage,
sometimes a blogworthy breakfast table......though usually
something like our vitamins and daily pills lurk,
Weekday breakfasts? A pretty table for two?
Both of us sitting down together at the same time?
Both of us eating the same menu?
His quick cooked oatmeal or fried baloney sandwich?
Gag to the second and where oatmeal is concerned,
I am most particular...steel cut oats sautéd in butter and at last boiling water stirred in, cooked at least 20 minutes,
cinnamon, chopped dried apricots and walnuts added...
For breakfasts I last longer when an egg is on my plate,
the egg sandwich Mama used to make me at the very least.
But my weekday breakfast indulgence happens when RH leaves me a sausage patty from his early breakfast...
from locally made Jake's country sausage.
A toasted sourdough English muffin from the Publix deli,
the sausage on top,
a scrambled egg next,
a smear of mashed avocado
topped with chopped jalapeno.
A side of fresh pineapple, please.
Breakfast for one, on the sofa, dogs sitting by me...
hoping a crumb will drop.
TV remote in my hand, no cable news, no news at all,
no talk shows.
HGTV on, something I can walk away from shortly and
not become mesmerized, hypnotized,
That's a perfect weekday breakfast for me.
What about you?
Join me in your jammies and tell me
what your perfect breakfast for one is.
Please. Pretty please with sugar on it?
"My wife and I tried two or three times in the last
forty years to have breakfast together,
but it was so disagreeable we had to stop."