Several nights ago I experienced an exceptionally dreadful attempt at sleep. Pain and bad dreams. But I lived through it and didn't kill myself or anyone else; and so I felt that I deserve a reward.
However I never really learned how to pat myself on the back (to twist several metaphors) other than by stuffing myself with something yummy. After my victory over the crappiest of night I wanted- nay! deserved! a treat.
And so I cooked my first Fat Man Breakfast since I've been here at Elder House.
I warmed up my tiny cast iron skillet. I fried several pieces of bacon which I had sliced in half to seem like doubled amount. I toasted an English muffin and slathered it with butter. Two sunny side up eggs with black pepper. Almost frozen pulp free OJ and scalding milky coffee. Heaven. I feasted with no guilt.
And I will confess when I lumbered off for my late afternoon nap, like the fat mammal I am, I stretched out in the sun spotted bed and didn't even brush my teeth first. Yes. I allowed myself to prolong my pleasure as my milky, bacony, yolky breath lulled me to sleep. Who else would admit such a thing?
Glad I no longer smoke. But a really good breakfast is worth any level of cholesterol crapulence.
And so I cooked my first Fat Man Breakfast since I've been here at Elder House.
I warmed up my tiny cast iron skillet. I fried several pieces of bacon which I had sliced in half to seem like doubled amount. I toasted an English muffin and slathered it with butter. Two sunny side up eggs with black pepper. Almost frozen pulp free OJ and scalding milky coffee. Heaven. I feasted with no guilt.
And I will confess when I lumbered off for my late afternoon nap, like the fat mammal I am, I stretched out in the sun spotted bed and didn't even brush my teeth first. Yes. I allowed myself to prolong my pleasure as my milky, bacony, yolky breath lulled me to sleep. Who else would admit such a thing?
Glad I no longer smoke. But a really good breakfast is worth any level of cholesterol crapulence.
That looks yummy!
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