I woke up this morning and shared a cup of coffee with my soon to be 7 year old son. You see, he is the only person in this house who drinks coffee. I groomed him to be a coffee drinker. I need someone to share my morning coffee with now and in 20 years when he comes home to visit. I started breakfast (PW's Egg In A Hole), which is nothing shy of taking a slice of bread, cutting a hole in the center with a biscuit cutter, then pan frying an egg in the center all the while the bread is swimming in melted butter. I must confess that I tried this many months ago with NO success and vowed that it never be attempted in my kitchen again. However, I caved and somehow it came out a success. But, in the split second I was relishing in my success, my world began to crumble without me even knowing it. Okay, I am being a little melodramatic, but it was the beginning of the end of my day.
The Butcher's Wife