I Love Sunday Mornings

On Sundays my routine is different than most any other day of the week. Upon arising from a good night's sleep I mosey out to the living room passing through the kitchen (a special smile on my face) with full knowledge that I don't have to think about breakfast because it is Sunday, which to us, means it's K's day to fix breakfast—I really should say he "creates" breakfast rather than just "fixes" it.

I make my cup of cappucino and turn off the TV (he's usually been up a bit longer and has been watching the fishing shows). I sit in the lounge chair with my feet propped up getting all cozy and comfy and getting ready to admire the "chef" in the kitchen. Now I never know what he has planned for breakfast and sometimes he doesn't know either. . . I just have to watch the chef open the fridge and start hauling out the fixings for a beautiful meal. I LOVE LOVE LOVE Sunday mornings! Sometimes the meals are really good and sometimes they are so-so —but always great because HE prepared them.

This morning the meal was FABULOUS . . . an egg-white omelet (actually he took five egg-whites and added two yolks back in for color - "that's the way Dr. Phil does it"). The filling was made with onion, bell pepper, mushrooms (both white and crimini) and one chicken sausage—all chopped to a uniform size—and simmered in a bit of "E-V-O-O." Then— while the omelet filling was cooking he prepared a side dish of sliced apples seasoned with cinnamon and freshly ground nutmeg —all simmered in a bit of Smart Balance and cooked to perfection. A beautifully toasted slice of Orowheat Winter Wheat bread finished off the dish. The omelet was topped with a glob of light sour cream and a few slices of avocado . . . YUMMO!

We're trying to practice our "portion control" hence we use the lunch-size plates for meals . . . that's why the meal just barely fits!