Saturday Mornings

What my family imagines breakfast should be...

for starters...

What I imagine breakfast should be...

bowl optional

Reality...

For some reason these people think I should feed them. To make them feel special, on Saturdays, I treat the family to a larger than normal breakfast. No cereal from the box today!

The common denominator of Saturday breakfasts:

But for me bacon comes at a cost:

1. Be prepared to flip. repeat. flip. repeat. swell. flip. repeat.

2. Bacon grease. Never get dressed before cooking bacon. Naked bacon cooking sounds dangerous, but when I get dressed in a sleeve - it gets ruined.

3. Again, bacon grease. Be prepared to dodge and burn. Grease splatters are notorious pain poppers or better known as Bacon Kisses.

I could become a vegetarian, but the other people in the house might revolt... I think I hear them chanting "Bacon" right now...

And veggies, well they take work too. This mornings potato-hash sounds simple, but it takes a lot of work...

All that cutting is showing me how lazy my other hand is. Seriously, it sits there and "holds" the potato. Like holding is work. Please!

3 potatoes & 1 onion later...

In the end, the whole family was so overjoyed and busy stuffing their faces that they must have forgot to say "Thank You"...