I’ve been dreaming at night of having to come up with menus to suit many varieties of guests. I awaken suddenly before I have to finish the menu while things are already cooking and things are going awry. Probably like falling off cliff dreams. So here’s a non-scary thought:
Maple cinnamon bacon, two slices only, each, with a homemade sweet roll of a sort or a toasted homemade cranberry bread, eggs coddled in the oven. I’ve never done that but have the ramekins for it. Yes, of course I do!
Some thoughts. My dog is imperative that I “Otis” her to the bed and join her now. She’s quite peeved I’ve stayed up until midnight and am interrupting her beauty sleep. ‘night, now, Dee