It was the last school morning before vacation. I got Daniel up because Meka had spent the night studying quantum physics (if she had just been perusing physical chemistry, I would have slept in). We were heading for California first thing Saturday morning, so the cupboards were pretty bare. As Daniel took his shower, I went downstairs to figure out what he could have for breakfast.
Normally Daniel has cereal for breakfast. That was out because we lacked two ingredients: cereal and milk. We didn’t have any bread, but I did find one hamburger bun left. I threw that in the toaster. I scrambled up the last egg in a cereal bowl. I didn’t have any Canadian bacon or sausage, but I did have some real salad topping bacon bits in the refrigerator. I drizzled those into the egg, added some salt and pepper. I microwaved the mixture for a minute. The egg cooked into a round shape like the bowl. When the bun popped up, I plopped the egg on the bun and threw a slice of cheese on the top. I microwaved the whole thing long enough to soften the bun, melt the cheese, and harden the egg.
Daniel came down and was pleasantly surprised to see a “McDonald’s breakfast” waiting for him at the table. I didn’t correct him at first. I noted he wolfed it down with more gusto than he usually reserves for the traditional bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch. Afterwards, I told him it was homemade and he said he still liked it.
“Better than McDonald’s?” I asked. He gave that some thought.
“I like McDonald’s better,” Daniel replied. “But I think you can add it to your official list of Dad Recipes.”