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When Dad Made Breakfast

When dad made breakfast, he always fried lots of bacon, crackling and popping in the pan, It scented the air, juicy and crisp, always beckoning. Then, he piled the dark gnarled strands on a plate. I became one of Pavlov’s frothing dogs. When dad made breakfast, he fried a dozen eggs. They were always over easy with lots of pepper. No one expected anything else. And yes, he piled them on another plate. I added salt and ate 3, sometimes even 4. When dad made breakfast, he toasted lots of bread, buttering each slice with attention. The yellow melting evenly over browned pieces, I smeared them with jelly or honey. We all sat with aspiring pallets at our family Eucharist.

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Date: 6/23/2020 6:27:00 PM
HelloThomas Wells, Now is what i call a breakfast i would enjoy.This is how I like my bacon. Enjoy your evening my friend.
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Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 6/24/2020 2:16:00 PM
H ello Thomas Wells, i have always enjoyed my bacon chrispy. yes it does seem that your dad made special breakfast. Enjoy your day my friend.
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Thomas Wells
Date: 6/23/2020 6:41:00 PM
Hi Darlene, Thank you! I enjoy it exactly that way also. It was always a special treat when he was the cook. Have a wonderful evening! :-)