OH what a glorious morning . . . my drew is home!
HE: Squirting grapefruit juice all over as he digs into his morning half, while reading the paper and trying to get his stereo to respond. . . which eventually it does — loudly!
ME: Getting first dibs on Ask Amy, drinking coffee, and mentally calculating how old the half dozen eggs are so I can figure out what to make my drew for breakfast. A nice fresh egg that has a strong upright, rich colored yolk shouldn’t be wasted on an omelette. However, I quickly think back and realize that I can’t even remember when I bought these eggs AND Drew has been gone for two weeks.
It’s so upsetting when I flip an egg and the yolks breaks. Happened this week in the apartment. Made eggs for Hannah . . . flipped ’em and one yolk started leaking. I tried to stop it. The last thing I want to serve is a leaky yolk on a pretty plate. (Come to think of it — we bought those eggs the same time we bought the ones I have at home –My birthday in April.)
So an omelette it was . . . and quite a pretty one.
I drank my banana, peanut butter, almond milk shake, Drew ate his pretty omelette and we read and giggled over Ask Amy!!!!
A lovely morning.