…there have been times my
wife thought me strange. As in part of a conversation years and years ago:
Her: What are we going to do
with all this leftover pizza?
Me: Breakfast!
Her: I cannot imagine you
would eat cold pizza for breakfast.
Me: Who said anything about
cold? I’ll put it in the oven until it’s good and crispy and then it will be
perfect.
Or, three days ago she got
such a deal on blackberries at Costco. She made a big blackberry cobbler, from
her grandmother’s recipe. Yum. Last night, all three kids and our daughter-in-law
were here for supper. After dessert, my wife asked oldest son and daughter if
either or both wanted to take some cobbler home. She said, “Otherwise, I don’t know
what I’ll do with all this cobbler.”
I had an answer: “Breakfast!”
That is what I had for
breakfast, a small bowl of blackberry cobbler and two eggs. That’s what my wife
had, too.
