Breakfast with The Mrs.

The Mrs.: "I'm going to take my shower. What's for breakfast?"

Me, CherkyB: "Whatever we catch."

The Mrs.: "I don't think I can wait that long."

So I dug out the NY Times cookbook to look for something tasty. I settled on something called "Mock Eggs Benedict" that was poached eggs on toast with a milk and cheese sauce. I cooked and cooked and cooked. When I was finally able to get The Mrs. to come downstairs to eat it (after it was all cold - she decided she wanted to cut MaxieC's hair between the time I told her breakfast was ready and the time she actually ate), she sat down:

The Mrs.: "What is this?"

Me, CherkyB: "Breakfast."

The Mrs.: "Is it your own creation?"

Me, CherkyB: "No. It's from the NY Times book."

The Mrs.: "Oh... What did you substitute?"

Gratitude.

HannahC, for her part, declared it was delicious. She then proceeded to mush it around on her plate and then ask for a bowl of Frosted Flakes.