Breakfast of Champions August 15, 2010Posted by Fritz in Yachts and other things that float.
Tags: boyfriends, brownies, coffee, daughters
It’s early Sunday morning. The house is quiet and I’m sipping a really good cup of Sumatran dark roast. I noticed a half eaten batch of brownies on the counter. Last night my daughter invited a young man over for dinner and a movie—pizza and something from Blockbuster. My daughter fancies herself a baker. She has become known for ‘her brownies’. They are quite good but a monkey who can crack two eggs and measure some oil could do the same. She gets really ticked when I point that out. I guess I should let her have her dream. Anyway, I pulled out a corner piece because that’s the best and bit down into that gooey goodness. Coupled with the coffee it made for an exquisite breakfast. I guess I’ll let her invite the young man back.