Sunday, September 20, 2009

smells wonderful

After a couple of days in a bit of a sleepy fog and the resulting frustration that comes from the fog, I awoke Saturday morning to the lovely aromatic blend of brewing coffee, sizzling bacon, and homemade Belgian waffles. Well, actually I awoke to Katie tapping me on the shoulder to inform me that she hurt her toe on the "woffice," which from the delicious smells that then entered my nostrils, I interpreted to mean she had somehow hurt her toe on the waffle iron.

I made my way into the kitchen where my sweet husband was cooking away. As he served me my waffles and bacon he said, "I know you have been a bit down the past couple days, so I thought nothing better to cheer you up than some fried pork product and sweet bread."

He knows me so well. I'm pregnant. I'm Polish.

Fog, be gone! Food is served!


The Girl with the HAIR said...

awwww that is the best!!! <3 when my man makes me breakfast..."just because" :)

Dear Abbi said...

This made me laugh, Nan! I LOVE me some pork too! I wouldn't have made a good OT Jew. This week CFA gave away the Sausage Biscuit free on Wed and I had an indescribable joy driving home with spicy pork product in my belly. :) It's a food of love.