Saturday, May 07, 2005

Saturday Breakfast

Paris ruined me. I've been so demanding when it comes to meals -- I want the best, won't settle for less.

This morning I made my kid and me a killer breakfast. Scrambled eggs done slowly and just right, slightly soft, perfect pepper fresh ground, great sea salt. Then baguette with fresh sweet butter, raspberry jam. Big pot of English Breakfast tea. His: milk and sugar. Mine: plain. Slices of sharp tangy tangerines. McCann's Irish Oatmeal w/brown sugar. Bacon, just three slices for him.

The house smells good on a rainy Saturday morning. He wasn't feeling well yesterday and slept long and well. Thank goodness he's better.