I woke early Sunday morning and was outside reading in the precious Autumn sunshine when all of a sudden delectable wafts of bacon came dancing across the breezes. Rachel, my sis-in-law, was making breakfast. Oh. My. Goodness. 🙂
We filled our plates then found sunny spots on the deck and tucked into thick cut bacon, fried eggs, fresh strawberries, and grainy artisan bread slathered with Nutella. Delish!
We basked in the hot sun as we visited and ate leisurely, laughing at their cat Elliot as he prowled bravely through the long grass, pouncing on invisible prey.
At last we mopped up the last of our eggs, crunched through that last bit of bacon, and dashed inside as thick, black clouds obliterated the sun and Autumn rains began.
It was a perfect breakfast.
What is one of your “perfect breakfast” memories? 🙂