5 more minutes

A Saturday morning. One of my kiddos heads off to a volleyball tournament, the other is off to PE, surfing at the beach. I know.

What makes me laugh this morning is the joy of those three words: five more minutes. Teenagers, living to live and needing a few more minutes of sleep is just the reality.

But being the dependable one who can give that 5 minute respite? I'm there. It's good to have this job.

Oh wait...I have to go. 5 minutes are up!

A Saturday Joy - a few of my favorite things

I had to laugh at the joy I felt welling up at my center when I saw this still life.  There they are, the ABCs of me. This little configuration isn't at all inclusive, but pretty foundational.

a.  The coffee machine (in my antique kitchen)

b.  The dish soap, because I always have a dish to wash

c.  The paint brushes which accompany the toe in the water, the foot in the water, the jumping in with some art

d.  The empty salad dressing bottle ready for whichever version of Dijon Vinaigrette comes next

e.  The bamboo cutting board from my friend Joe, years ago.

And, my friend, I ask you:  What are the ABCs of you?

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Breakfast at Marjorie's

My girlfriend sent me a little text this morning with a mid-morning query, "Where's my friend?" which led to, the whatcha doin', didjya eat, wanna have breakfast conversation. I dragged a brush through my hair, grabbed my youngest and these fixin's and scooted down the street. Her team was mostly in pj's and gravitated to the TV room with my girl while Marj and I got after the side by side breakfast business. She made her soon-so-be-world famous crunchy, fluffy waffles while I turned this green bowl goodness into my current favorite breakfast: Spanish Eggs.

I've happily shared the original recipe. Oh, but I deviate and suggest you do to - with great gusto! Red peppers, green, yellow, minced carrots, more onions, add 'em in. It is a delicious way to enjoy a shirred or poachy kind of egg. And best served with good friends, great conversations and today, pear tea.
Saturday mornings all around, I say!