November Friday Breakfast Style. . .

Now and then, the Grand Duchess and I are able to sneak away to our favorite local quick and greasy for a Friday morning breakfast after the Young Master has climbed aboard the bus and left for school. Today, we enjoyed scrambled eggs, ham, and wheat toast (her) and a fried egg sandwich with so called America Fries (me). Tea (for Sonja), coffee, and orange juice for two topped off the meal.

The fried egg sandwich consists of a buttered English muffin between which are two eggs over easy, a large slice of ham, and melted cheddar cheese, served piping hot off the griddle. To die for as the saying goes. And if you eat enough of them I suppose you might, but once in a while is fine in my book. And man are they tasty.

Breakfast-wear was a slightly more casual version of the usual cool weather attire, which allows me to sail smoothly into a couple of Friday afternoon zoom meetings without the need to change clothes. And hey, looking presentable even when at home alone with the drawbridge up is perfectly fine. I have yet to hear a valid and well-supported argument to the contrary however much others might try to make that case.

Happy Friday everyone!

-- Heinz-Ulrich

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