Jennifer - ’tis so true of course. Somebody was discussing with me the other day how much we can communicate by say the single word sentence “himself” in a particular tone. I do like the way we talk.

An teach? Beadh sin, ach…

stwidgie - Without context food is just something that keeps us alive, but with context food makes us live.

Tá siad fós linn

My favorite way to have eggs is me being four years old and Mama making them soft-boiled and served in my very own egg cup. And again fifteen years later, my singing partner’s mum teaching me about making little toy soldiers from strips of toast and dipping them in the yolk.

Mais où sont les oeufs d’antan?

No place like home, eh Eolaí? They just know you. You can communicate so much more efficiently and with such deeper understanding (in general!)

That’s one of the only things I actually miss about my hometown.

SOO… an teach sa Ghaeltacht- céard a tharla leis???? An bhfuair tú é??? Nach bheadh sin thar barr!

on a mayo’d toast sandwhich, with 3 stips of bacon, the mere thought of lettuce and some garlic salt.

yolk running down my chin and a strong cup of coffee.

XO - Yeah, you wouldn’t want it to rain on your pop tart.

I didn’t always cook ‘em breakfast, mind you.

But over the years I’ve discovered that fixing them a nice breakfast and sending them gently on their way with a peck on the cheek and a pat on the ass was much better received than wrapping a note that says “Thanks for the fuck, was it good for you?” around a cold Pop Tart and sticking under their windshield wiper.

You learn things.

Then I use the smallest buscuit cutter to cut perfectly centered circles out of two slices of honey-wheat bread.

I toss the the two slices of defaced bread into the hot, buttered skillet.

I eat the two round cut-outs from the honey wheat bread.

Then I crack open two large eggs and I drop each one into the middle of the bread holes.

When I think they are about half done, I flip ‘em to toast the other side.

I salt and pepper ‘em while they finish up.

I scoop them out of the pan while the yolk is still a bit runny.

I eat ‘em with a fork, swirling the toast/egg combo through the yolk on the plate, sopping it all up.

I wash it all down with ice cold 2% milk, followed by a hot cup of coffee with cream and sweetener.

That’s my weekend breakfast.