As a child, I detested breakfast. I could not choke down eggs if my life depended on it. I was known to pour orange juice down the drain when no one was looking. When I was first pregnant, I learned what it was to need breakfast. So I developed quite a repertoire of smoothies, the only thing I could bring myself to eat (drink?) in the morning (food for another day's blog). After my last baby was born, several of my friends introduced me to hearty breakfasts with plenty of protein. They were all under the influence of Sally Fallon's Nourishing Traditions and they all had remarkably healthy large families. I began to see breakfast in a whole new light.
Now, every morning that my husband is home, he gets breakfast in bed. Yep, it's a well-established routine.
Lest you think this a purely altruistic act, let me share some of my motives. He's not a morning person. Waking up is hard to do. I'm totally a morning person (but don't try to talk to me after 9:30 at night). When I began to cook hearty breakfasts, I also began to make great messes in the kitchen first thing in the morning. Seven children and their morning chaos, great messes in the kitchen, and morning in general: not a good combination for someone who is not a morning person. Better to bring Daddy a pretty tray in his bed. That way, he must sit up (no snooze alarm when you can smell breakfast beside you) and he can re-enter the world in relative peace.
Breakfast is usually some kind of eggs, hashed browns or a whole grain bread, juice and tea (Irish Breakfast is his preference) or coffee. On this morning, I timed the endeavor. I made my sweetheart a ham and egg omelette, with some leftover Baklava that our friend Barbara had delivered especially for him, whipped orange juice, and a cinnamon coffee latte. The whole process took nine minutes from the first crack of the egg to the climb upstairs with a steaming tray. Not a bad investment in morning harmony!

What a beautiful thing to do for your sweetie.
Now, I love your plate & red coffee mug. Could you tell me about them.
Posted by: Jenny | April 25, 2006 at 04:21 PM
How thoughtful! Roles are reversed in our house...I'm the sleepyhead in the morning!
Posted by: Jenn Miller | April 25, 2006 at 08:41 PM
Jenny,
The dishes are from http://www.hennworkshops.com/. I've been collecting for fifteen years, now and pottery is a bit of a passion. My dh hated these dishes at first but now I think even he's fond of them. And they are relatively unbreakable compared to other dishes we've had. And no, I don't sell them;-)
Posted by: Elizabeth Foss | April 26, 2006 at 11:48 AM