LIFE WITH KIDDOS
Stasis is a powerful thing. Breaking free is even better.
We eat well when there’s snow on the ground, especially at breakfast.
Before we had kids, Kelly and I had a habit of going to Cracker Barrel for brunch any time it snowed. Something there was about a big, hot breakfast served in the near vicinity of a wood fire. With two kids and a third on the way, the days of sleeping till ten are long gone, and aging into the mid-thirties has thickened our sense of caution and responsibility against driving on icy roads. That, and minivans.
But we did sleep in this morning–thank God for kids tuckered out from sledding the day before–and though last night’s fire was only cold embers, this morning I fired up the oven to fix a pan of biscuits, and got a pound of bacon cooking in the big skillet, and scrambled a bunch of eggs, and pulled out oranges and grapes and honey and preserves. (All the carbohydrates, for you fans of MZCL, were for me.)
Soon, the olfactory trinity of biscuits rising, bacon frying, and coffee steaming filled the kitchen. Continue reading “Sundays | Those Snowbound Breakfasts”