It’s suppertime. Mom’s not home tonight. I ask Marek, what do you want for supper? And so …
We had breakfast for supper at home on 26 October 2011.
Can you guess? That’s right, bacon and scrambled eggs.
So here we are having supper, Marek with his bacon and eggs.
Ivo with his bacon and eggs and raw toast.
And me with my bacon and eggs and toast. Is this a crazy supper or what? Favorite Guest Reviewer Mom won’t even know what she missed!
Marek thought this was a great breakfast-for-supper.
Ivo, on the other hand, made some editorial comments about my cooking.
Ninja Eggs! Hiyah!
For the record, Ivo did this all by himself. Like any good Breakfast Journalist, I just recorded and reported the facts.
Eggs 1, Ivo 0. But who’s keeping score?
Faithful family hound, guarding the floor against ninja eggs and other wayward edibles and potential-edibles. Now you’re wondering how Ivo’s shoe got off, aren’t you?
Clean plates all around. Dare I say … “compliments to the chef!” I had the Island of Sodor plate. Creepy place, that Sodor.
The value of this picture is largely because in 10 years I’ll be able to say, “look, Marek, when you were FOUR you could clear the table. Why can’t you do it when you’re fourteen?”
Of course, we won’t give this breakfast a real rating. We just did it because we’d missed so many breakfasts in the last couple months that we wanted to do a fun one. (Though everyone knows that dad’s crazy supper cooking is always a five-pancake-rating barrel of laughs, and usually involves the beer you may have noticed on the very first picture from this review.)
Looks yummy! Although I recall your cooking skills were tops about 20 years ago when you lived upstairs of the Isaac Walton! The boys are so grown up.