Nothing is better than waking to the smell of cooking bacon. This morning, Ken cooked our traditional Sunday Brunch. For years, it was the routine in our family but recently he has stopped cooking us the big breakfast. In Mississippi we always go out with the family for brunch on Sunday and Ken got out of the habit. Also, standing is difficult so I thought them a thing of our past. But when I packed the food for the cottage, I put in bacon and left over small potatoes from the caterer. He was up earlier than me today and much to my surprise I smelled the bacon.
We ate bacon, fried potatoes mixed with fried apples, fresh ripe peaches and biscuits, also left over from the caterers. And coffee made by me, my only contribution. The day was glorious with the sky as blue as the Carolinas. We enjoyed our brunch, in fact it became our main meal, something we always tell the Mississippi girls. Now I must decide whether or not I should buy more bacon. Waking up to the smell of cooking bacon is the perfect way to begin the day. Hats off to Ken.
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