It is not unusual for me to post recipes here or talk about cooking. In my “real life,” I have friends that think I am a master chef because I can bake brownies from scratch. (One friend even joked that she didn’t know that brownies could be made without a box mix. Or, at least I hoped she was joking.)
As a matter of fact, I’m actually even a writer for Blissfully Domestic’s food section!
Okay, it’s time for that ugly confession, right?
I’ve never made scrambled eggs and, quite frankly, I have no idea how to do it. Ditto to pancakes and waffles as well.
If I make pancakes or waffles, they were previously frozen and came in a yellow box that says Eggo on the side. This is not to say that we never have scrambled eggs or real pancakes in our house. It just means that Eric has always been the one to make them, and so I never have.
So, all of this is to say that the next time you have a hankering for a good old fashioned breakfast, make sure Eric is home first. Because my job on those days is to make toast.
photo by amanky
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