sunday morning

[kip_w]

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At 10, Sarah asked if I'd make cheesy eggs and bacon. Right now? I asked. I could do it at 10:30, she said, so I could wake up more. I said I'd do it if I had help.

So for 20 minutes, I looked at the computer and read _The Graveyard Book_ and then got dressed and went up with Sarah on my back, which is still technically possible. There were ants to kill along the way -- ant season is upon us again. Snow sifted steadily downward outside. More ants perished.

She began collecting ingredients as I put dishes away from the dishwasher. "Should I turn the stove on?" she asked. No, I'm doing this first, I said, and I put dishes away and loaded the dishwasher with dishes I'd rinsed and stacked the day before, then gave the preliminary clean to the other dishes, dumped a dead ant out of a teacup, and finished up, tidying the counter. Then I had morning fiber (Metamucil, 1/2 teaspoon) as Sarah mopped around the dining room for something to do.

I put the bacon in the microwave. Sarah turned the stove on (something she's been doing a comparatively short time) and I put butter in the pan. She wanted to break the eggs, but I opted to demonstrate more before the day she gets to start doing it. She began scrambling. "I'm making sure to get the stuff on the bottom," she said, echoing an earlier lesson.

"I love teaching you stuff," I said. "Some day you'll know it all, and then I won't be able to teach you any more."

As the eggs coagulated, she let me take over. I told her how much time to put on the microwave, and she started the bacon. Between scrambling, I laid a layer of grated cheese on each of our plates. The microwave beeped just after I started putting egg on top of the cheese. We each finished off our own eggs with more cheese, pepper, and garlic salt. Bacon was placed alongside.

If we feel like going out in the snow, we'll go bowling and probably have lunch somewhere like Taco Bell, her current favorite (and inexpensive). If we stay in, we might play games on the Wii instead.

Typical Sunday morning. With ants.
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Comments

[redaxe.livejournal.com]

Sounds like fun.

Every morning, I send my daughter off to school with "I love you. Go learn something, and come back to teach me." She flinches every time, but I will bet that when she has kids of her own, she says the same thing.

[gerisullivan.livejournal.com]

It's the timeless wonder of family. With ants. Dead ants.

Much love and joy in the day.

[mjlayman.livejournal.com]

You can eat ants. Particularly when they're covered in chocolate.

It sounds like you guys had fun. :)

[meggins.livejournal.com]

A very nice family story.

I've always tossed the cheese into the eggs when I make cheesy eggs. I'll have to try your method of putting the cheese on the plate. Oh, darn. Now I want cheesy eggs and bacon for breakfast, but I won't have time to make them tomorrow (even if I had the bacon).

[kip-w.livejournal.com]

I used to scramble the cheese into the eggs, but it seems to vanish without a trace. You can use less cheese on the outside with better effect, not that I don't put on a nice sprinkling of it. Try the garlic salt, too!

[meggins.livejournal.com]

..[the cheese] seems to vanish without a trace.

Exactly! I will definitely try your method. Garlic salt would be good if I hadn't gotten out of the habit of salting my eggs. I do use paprika on them, usually.