Will She Eat Him For Breakfast?
Metallic strains of “Here Comes the Sun” blast out of the alarm clock at 6:30am, jolting the lone sleeper conscious. Barely. Conscious. She stumbles to the bathroom and almost screams at her reflection in the mirror.
Sleeping alone does not suit me.
She staggers to the kitchen. Flips on the light.
When she turns to plug in the coffee maker, a river of Spanish almost sends her into shock.
Buenos dias, Andra. Puedo ayudar con el café?
No. NO. We do not have to go to a cafe for breakfast. I can make it. I. MAKE. IT. Si?
Siiiiiiiiiiisiiiiiiiiiisiiiiiiiii. Sólo una taza de café para mí.
The Spanish-speaking apparition goes to her room and shuts the door.
So, why did she want to go to a cafe alone? What’s WRONG with me?
She starts the coffeemaker and rummages through the cabinets.
How in the heck does he use this oat bran stuff to make waffles? It looks like sawdust to me.
Is water is required to cook oatmeal? Or, is it milk?
Do I put the eggs in the water before it boils? Or after?
Is it rude to serve a whole plate of bacon to a guest? Will she think that’s weird?…..Oh. Wait. How does he make the bacon again?
I am most definitely not awake enough to handle this level of gastronomic pressure.
She pours a cup of coffee and slinks to the sanctuary of the bathroom. Talks to her reflection in the mirror.
Well, at least I know how to paint my eyes with my Naked Palette.
When she does not start at the wrong end. With the dark colors first. Then, she looks like a baggy-eyed raccoon. She quits with one eye, throws her ratty hair in a clip and returns to the kitchen.
Un buen café.
The Spanish-speaker again. Sipping a cup of coffee.
Yes. I am lost without MTM. Let’s have breakfast at a cafe.
Come home soon, Sweetheart.
How do you handle it when your special someone is missing from your house?
Ah yes, the joys of entertaining in the early morn. That’s why IHOPs were invented, my dear.
She gets to eat at the Rotary meeting this morning, actually. But, I am struggling over what to make for myself……….I wonder if I would metabolize popcorn efficiently if I ate it for breakfast…….
Wonderful source of fiber, and you can store some in the hair buns, Princess.
I was good and had yogurt with some oat bran in it.
Nothing like absence that makes you realize just how blessed you really are…although I think you know you’re blessed every single day and you act like it. Ah yeah, we all have those bad days, but…
Going to a cafe is so nice and there’s no clean-up.
Which is the second favorite part of mine, the first? Well, that would be someone else cooking.
It’s kind of bad that I’ve forgotten how to make breakfast, though. I used to be pretty good at it.
What’s bad is the Spanish word for ‘coffee’ is ‘cafe,’ which I translated as French ‘cafe.’ We were talking about two different things…….
It’s been like that all week, though this morning, we actually did an English/Spanish lesson on the way to her Rotary meeting.
Didn’t she just want a cup of coffee?
Yes. Cafe, which I translated as “french place to eat.”
Ahahaha. I hate single Mom days. They want all kinds of things I’m incapable of providing.
I am glad to know I’m not alone, Jessie.
You are too funny. You two really are the complimentary parts of each other. Like the Yin Yang symbol wrapped tightly around. With that little eye of the other firmly in place.
And you don’t know how to boil eggs or cook bacon? Even I can do that! Well, my mother taught me to cook and do laundry because she said I was so obnoxious that no one would ever marry me. So I need to learn to do it for myself.
As with anything, practice cements the rules. I don’t boil eggs or cook bacon often enough to remember the rules.
And yes, you are obnoxious, Carnell.
I am Minus One today myself. If I put my soup in the sun right now, it should be warm enough for lunch, right?
I think it’s an excellent cooking avoidance strategy, Roxanne.
Bill helped me cook dinner the other night and was reminded that he enjoys cooking. Hoping he’ll join me more often in the kitchen.
I know you must miss MTM. When I was gone for 3 days, Bill was lonely and welcomed me back as if I’d been gone for 3 weeks. I liked that.
Like Bill, I love to help in the kitchen. I just do not want to be responsible for the meal. I’m a great sous chef.
I’ve benefited from a few of your kitchen forays and you are too modest.
Jack Daniels, neat. But not until the dependent creatures are tucked up for the night.
Way too early to have to translate or fix breakfast for house guests.
Toast + Peanut Butter + Banana = a breakfast of champions.
Glad MTM is back home.
We don’t keep bread in the house, but I do love peanut butter for breakfast.
I am quite happy on my own for a day or two…I don’t cook dinner, I go to bed super early with a book and just enjoy the idea that whatever I’m going to do doesn’t conflict in any way. Then after about 48 hours I get really lonely! LOL! I’m glad MTM wasn’t gone long. And I am not cheerful in the morning, preferring to not talk to anyone! Too bad your house guests don’t just take over the cooking…that could be fun!
Last night, she offered, but MTM already had a plan.
We used to have access to a cabin in the mountains, and I went up there alone quite often. I read and took long walks, and it was good for my soul. But, I got lonely in no time, too.
I’m not a morning person, Andra.
I’m better than I used to be, but I’m still not classed as a morning person.
Like you, I have never been a morning person.my brain does not work until after 10am.
It is so strange being alone when one is used to having a soul mate, Andra. Especially one who cooks.
A soul mate who cooks is definitely a plus.
I don’t mind a day or two alone, “batching it”, eating what I want when I want. Quiet. THEN, I really start to get lonely. It’s a good thing, really; absence makes the heart grow fonder, so they say.
Batching it…….I love that term. I have never applied it to myself when I’m alone. I will have to do so in future.
I resemble this post.
I don’t know if listening to this would make it better or worse but it is what its about. I just learned it but play it a bit differently.