…the fantasy of going out for breakfast together at a restaurant….you see it started with biscuits….I was determined to make homemade biscuits like the Southern cooks of my rural town, brown, light, airy, melt in your mouth wholesomeness…..then of course, they had to add sausage gravy, thick, with heavy bits of sausage throughout…..then we added the perfect pancake mix from scratch, light airy, with bananas sliced on top and sugar free syrup and whipped cream on top…..then delicately whipped eggs…..
Sunday mornings are never again to be enjoyed at some site other than our table….what would be the point? The children have several homemade menus they prefer, whether it be bacon and eggs with fresh fruit, or homemade banana nut muffins with yogurt and blueberries or the sausage gravy and biscuits with eggs……
What exactly have I done?
..but there is nothing sweeter than the tone of how mornings go when they come to the kitchen, groggy from sleep, and hug ole Mom as she finishes the gravy or pancakes…..or the chorus of happiness that follows the meal….its simpler, family time that we all need and crave the joy of.
…and a lot of dirty dishes.
