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Sunday Morning Breakfast
Every Sunday, for about as covet as I can remember, Mr. Honey has made waffles for breakfast.
Whenever he is out of town, however, I am in charge of the family breakfast. I say family breakfast because my daughter, son in-law and grandsons survive right next door, and it has been a tradition, since my daughter got married, to have Sunday morning breakfast at our house. When Mr. Honey is out of borough, instead of waffles, I whip up blueberry scones, bacon, scrabbled eggs, and this morning, fresh peaches from our peach tree, yum. Then off to church they go.
Since I started working, about a month ago, my whole clich has changed and I wake up alot earlier than I used to. I rather like my new inner body clock. Before the kids arrived this morning I had picked and pealed the peaches, vacuumed the whole ancestry, made the scones, fixed the coffee, set the table, and prepared breakfast all before 8:30 a.m. My grandsons always arrive earlier than their parents, so before we sit down to eat, they can get a bit of the Disney channel, since they don't get that channel at their house. 
Doesn't the table look pretty? I made a special pot of English breakfast tea for my daughter, since she hardly ever drinks coffee. I bought a new coffee pot at Target, since our old one died. It's so cool. The coffee basket and place where you pore the water pulls out to the front of the coffee maker, in preference to of being on...
