Friday mornings...up at 6:10...make coffee....try to make my brain do things...like make toast...that it is simply not ready to do...
I have a Friday morning tradition...I make toast with marmalade...Friday mornings are something of a transition period for me. The kids are not here and unless there is a game or activity on Saturday I will not see them until Monday. While I enjoy the quiet...it takes a bit of effort to shift gears and be comfortable with that quiet.
Toast with marmalade helps.
Like I have written here before, food tells stories, and for me toast with marmalade tells a story of comfort and of the ability of certain people, places, and things to make the world go away...if only for a while. Toast with marmalade is a civilized breakfast...simple, elegant, and deceivingly complex....the cool, sweet, tangy marmalade mingling with the crunch of warm toast...
No kids...no rushed breakfast...no fights over who sits where and when...and apparently...last week...no brain...
This morning...I found my marmalade not in its usual spot in the refridgerator...but...instead...in the freezer...where it became a solid block of orange ice....
Making toast is more than my brain can handle at 6:10. Toast with butter will have to do.
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Tom, it's so nice to see the increase in the number of posts lately. Each is a tasty nugget laced with dry wit and humour and a side of reality. It isn't easy navigating parenthood and the added complication of split families. My daughter often raises the "I didn't ask to live out of a backpack" issue. They pay for our choices and that layer of guilt can be a gut wrencher. But there are also opportunities for moments of humour and awkwardness (that are also funny)... and isn't that what makes life interesting? Delightful post!
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