My wife was returning home from a brief stay with her mom and dad in Wisconsin. After traveling all night, I knew she would be tired. Her return home would by an airport shuttle. My responsibility was to make her a “welcome-home-darling breakfast”.
So many food ideas started gong thru my head that I became overwhelmed. And then the kitchen expanded in height and in width, I felt myself diminishing. I became a shrunken husband of a chef, and an odd circumvent of an undefined morning. I hope that I can pull this one through. ©️2020 David Dean AmericaOnCoffee (AOC)