Two pounds of bacon – fresh not frozen – direct from the Friendly Local Butcher Shop.
Aunt Jemima pancake mix . . . the kind where you have to add milk and eggs and oil . . . not the “complete” crap.
Orange juice and 2% milk.
Joe and Kody, two of my son’s friends, had spent the night. We’d stayed up until nearly three in the morning playing Dungeons & Dragons on the PS2. Kody, the cleric, went around swooping up all the gold while the rest of us fought our little fingers off. He did heal us frequently, however, so I guess there was that.
Being one not to waste a beautiful Saturday morning, I hauled their carcasses out of bed at the bright-and-early hour of 9:00 A.M. We sat around the table and ate like the adventurers we were, fresh off the hunt and famished. The little ones joined us, as did mom, and we shared stories of furious battles and mighty conquests in the name of good and justice.
Kody had to check in at home so Joe suggested we manipulate the game a bit and steal some of our gold back. We decked out our characters with the best of everything – shiny silver swords and daggers, spells out the wazoo, and enough resurrection stones to keep up alive, relatively speaking, for hours. Kody was pissed at first, but the purse needed a proper divvying and the light of day, clear skies and full bellies eventually made for clear heads and hearts. We battled on and beat the game with ease.
Breakfast never tasted so good . . .