i made myself some poached eggs and toast, something i remember my dad making for himself almost every saturday morning. 
the egg cooker was a wedding gift for him and my mom from his mother. i think the story goes that she got them the egg cooker because my dad loves poached eggs so much, but this must've been a premonition because before the wedding, he'd never had a poached egg in his life. the toast is an important part of the meal because you use it to soak up all the runny yolk stuff. 
(sorry patsy) so so so good. i also remember saturday mornings being sort of a party hour because my dad was nice enough to let my mom sleep in. we watched cartoons of course, while he made his famous french toast for us. some mornings we would wake up to a variety pack of hostess cake donuts which some how managed to jump into the grocery sack during his early-morning milk run.
or POPS cereal, which we loved because we weren't allowed sugar cereal growing up. what i never understood was, why the variety pack of donuts dad? all of us only ever wanted the powdered sugar ones, i mean, what the heck is the point of a plain cake donut anyway? i can't see one.**have you ever had poached eggs?
what do you remember eating for breakfast growing up?**
1 comment:
This is a fun post! That story about the egg poacher is really funny...maybe she was thinking of a different sibling? I don't know, too funny. I love memory lane stuff! The runny eggs were looking a little scary but, I'm glad to see your still alive;)
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