Sunny Side Up

I make a mean meatloaf, I really do. Meatloaf, green beans, and mash potatoes are comfort food, to me.

 

Meatloaf was prepared tonight.

 

I never light my candles. I've always waited for a special occasion. After reading (and remembering) the calming effects of campfire or candles, tonight is a special occasion. And tomorrow may be as well.

 

This evening's atmosphere is cozy, warm, and relaxing.

 

I offered Darling Friend breakfast recently when he surprised me with an unexpected early morning visit. I didn't know he was in town.

 

I'd suggested an omelet, as I'm not a bad omelet maker. I didn't have sausage or bacon, but I did have plenty of ham, turkey, and I could sauté veggies.

 

"How do you like your eggs?"

 

"Sunny side up, salt and pepper, no vegetables."

 

"Do you like homemade biscuits?"

 

I had one slice of frozen bread, so biscuits it would have to be.

 

Big smile, "I like food. Do you even know how to prepare eggs sunny side up?"

 

Did he REALLY ask me if I EVEN know how to prepare his preferred style of eggs?

 

I'm a Southern lady. I prepared breakfast, lunch, and dinner for decades. I've been cooking ever since I could reach the stove. I KNOW how to prepare eggs, sunny side up. I also know how to prepare omelets, fried eggs, scrambled eggs, egg drop soup, pancakes and eggs. I'm the Forrest Gump of eggs, okay?

 

I never prepared breakfast. Maybe next time, Darling.

 

Back in the day I would sometimes light candles for my kids' breakfast, introduce them to the new day gently. I don't know if they liked candles in the morning, but it sure worked for me.

 

Tonight as I type by candlelight I'm reminded of the power of pretty dishes and good southern cooking.

 

Tomorrow? A delicious, better-the-second-day meatloaf sandwich.

 

Oh yeah.

 

The good life.