Less than 24 hours after returning from vacation and one rushed load of laundry later, my husband had to jet off for a work trip. I decided to surprise him with a big brunch when he got home yesterday afternoon, complete with whole wheat blueberry pancakes, bacon, toast, sweet potato hash browns, eggs cooked in bacon grease, cantaloupe, fried pancetta, warm syrup and orange juice.
Then after we ate, I asked what he had for breakfast at the airport, to which he responded with “ummm… eggs, hash browns, pancakes and bacon.”
[P.S. clearly I’m still trying to like coffee. A pile of sugar and giant pour of coconut milk later, still wanted to choke it up. It’s cool though. I have other plans for that flavor. Grand plans.]