He would get up and work out (which he still does daily at age 92) with his weights and his exercise bike (that's NOT a clothes tree?). Then we would sit together with a devotional reading (Our Daily Bread) and scripture. Followed by Breakfast.
I grew up with the Bible as our daily bread. On Sunday's, after Church and Sunday School, we'd go home, change our clothes, fetch the dog and go to Dairy Queen for a treat. One time, Dad said something to the effect we shouldn't go to Church just so we could get the treat after. I quipped the verse about hungering and thirsting after righteousness. Dad didn't chide me for being a smart alec, and was probably pleased I remembered the verse, but he reminded us why the Bible was part of our daily life.
I let that get away from me as I got older and am glad to have that back in my life, guiding me. So for now, I miss those quiet mornings with Dad, the Bible and our Daily Bread,, but at least I can do breakfast.
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There's nothing like a mushroom and Swiss omelet with honey roasted home fries and sourdough toast (with Lingonberry jam)
2 Tablespoons melted butter
2 Tablespoons extra virgin olive oil
1 Tablespoon plus 1 and 1/2 teaspoons honey
1 Tbsp. finely minced fresh rosemary
1 Tbsp, finely minced fresh thyme
2 pinches of smoked Paprika
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/8 teaspoon pepper
1/8 teaspoon cayenne pepper
Combine ingredients and toss in about a pound and a half of small red potatoes, cut into fork-worthy chunks. Place in greased 13 x 9 pan and roast at 375 F. for 40 minutes, checking at 30-35 minutes to make sure they don't burn (as they will have a higher sugar content than standard roasted taters).
Serve with eggs and hot sauce (of which I need to bring Dad some Scoville Brothers next time).
Enjoy your day wherever it takes you. By the time you read this, I will have donned my Doofenshmirtz Evil Incorporated T-shirt, loadedup the Barkinator and headed up to Midwest Chick and Mr. B's for a time of friends (both four legged and fur bearing), food and fellowship.