Saturday breakfast ordeal

Saturday morning... I stopped at Mark's for breakfast after running with Trisha. It was about 10am. Mark had already gone to the store for some supplemental breakfast supplies since we'd had breakfast together one other day that week.

As a super wonderful man, Mark offered to make breakfast while I relaxed and watched tv. After struggling through a pretty weak run, I took him up on the offer and nursed a class of chocolate milk (my new favorite) while laying on the couch watching Seinfeld episodes on DVD.

Mark started on the hash browns, putting them in a pan while adding bacon to a different pan to cook. The bacon crackled and the hash browns sat there, as would be normal, and cooked s l o w l y. Mark came and checked on me and I further distracted him with several kisses (my thank you for making breakfast).

Upon returning to the kitchen, he shouted with mild frustrated at the appearance of almost-burned bacon. I came to check. It was salvageable. We removed the bacon and I returned to the couch and Mark started on the eggs (keeping an eye on the hash browns). He also threw an English muffin in the toaster.

Not long after, I hear more raucous from the kitchen as the breakfast adventure continues. The hash browns aren't cooking fast enough, the eggs would be ready too soon and with the distraction, the English muffin starts smoking in the toaster. By this time, I'm up from the couch and attempting to console Mark that breakfast is not ruined. The eggs will be fine and I don't care if the yokes are runny or not (I can't make runny yokes no matter how hard I try).

The smoke alarm starts going off.

We open the windows, remove the eggs from the pan and add some of the not-done hash browns to the egg/bacon pan to try and get them to cook faster. I did that task and started losing hash browns to the counter, stove, and floor (I'm not the cleanest in the kitchen). The English muffins came out perfect.

By the time the hash browns were finally finished, both smoke alarms were going off. The eggs were cooled and mostly not-runny, the bacon was still a little dark, the English muffins were perfect, and the kitchen was a mess. And breakfast was wonderful!! It tasted great and it was so nice of Mark to make breakfast for me and we enjoyed eating it. He even cleaned!! What a great guy ;)