Sunny-Side Up

There is something about eggs. Most people have very specific ideas on what and how they like their eggs. 

Cub is still trying to figure this out. Because of this he is also very willing to try pretty much any egg you set in front of him. 

This morning Pamela had some errands to run, and for a bribe to get the boys in gear, she promised "Waffle House" for breakfast.  

Of course this is after I am off to work, so I don't get to partake in the experience. Pamela is NOT the person to go to the Waffle House with and decide you want to have an egg Sunny-Side up.  She's one of those people that cook eggs until they weep. She also won't touch grits, she's from the south, and she won't touch grits. I just don't understand. 

So, at lunch when I came home, Cub said he wasn't too impressed with a Sunny-Side up egg. I asked if he had mixed it with the grits, or dipped his toast in the yolk, no to the first, yes to the second. Apparantly instead of grits, his mother ordered Hash-Browns for him. *sigh* 

But he did agree that he would be willing to try them again one day. So i guess for breakfast on Saturday we'll have eggs and grits. With homemade biscuits and some bacon. Woo! I feel the arteries hardening now! hmm, maybe turkey bacon. And only a light bit of butter on the bread. 


Dave ...