They say one should start the way one plans to continue. If that is true, you all might want to start feeling sorry for O’Ceallaigh right now. I offered to cook him breakfast this morning. He greeted the suggestion with enthusiasm and I went into the kitchen and banged a few pots and pans around. I also sliced the Portuguese Sausage and put it on to fry, then I popped the buttermilk biscuits in the oven. About halfway through the biscuit cooking time, I dropped a couple of eggs in the skillet — and promptly broke the yolks! Grrrrr.
I only had 4 eggs and I’d just ruined two. I set them aside for myself and put the last two in the skillet. These were looking good. I checked the biscuits — not done yet so I set the table and poured two glasses of 100% cranberry juice. I put the butter out so it could soften (it does that really quickly in Hawaii).
I fixed OC’s plate and took it to the dining room, calling him to the table. I put my plate on the table as well and went back to get the biscuits — which seemed to be done, but hadn’t browned. I popped the broiler element on and returned to the dining room to apologize for the late biscuits. I took an apple wedge from my plate and bit into it. It was yummy. I ate another. And ano — oh crap!
The biscuits were brown. Very brown! OC poked them with his fork, selected the nicest one — and offered it to me!
I am loved. That is a very nice way to start off the new year.