I am Sunday breakfast. I am homemade hash browns with corn beef (Dad’s idea). I am Momma’s thick oatmeal, made to perfection, never too much water or too little, with butter to make it creamy, and just a little bit of sugar to make it sweet. I am eggs: scrambled eggs, fried eggs, or omelets with spicy peppers, mushrooms, and onions. I will accommodate to whatever kind of eggs you like and will do a good job at doing so. I am Eggo waffles, for when momma is just a little too tired.
I am hope. Seeing me on the kitchen table brings a smile to everyone’s face. They all bow their heads, close their eyes and pray for me. They thank God for another Sunday breakfast, together. They pray that Momma’s hands will stay strong enough for next Sunday dinner. They thank God for daddy’s idea of corn beef fried in hash browns. They thank God for Vicki’s fried egg, Timma’s scrambled egg, and Eno’s omelet. They pray for the nourishment necessary to get through the day, and if this is the last meal they consume all week, they pray to God it keeps them nourished.
I am daddy’s hash browns with corn beef. Homemade. Mommy spent an hour cleaning me. She never grows impatient, because she knew that if potatoes aren’t cleaned it will spoil the rest of the dish. She slowly peels those skins of my back, careful not to miss a spot. Sometimes missing and catching her fingers and cutting her fingers. She peels and shreds until her fingers are numb. She never complains because I am worth the sacrifice. She fries me till the perfect crisp, and adds a spoon of corn beef.
I am Momma’s favorite, oatmeal, always prepared just right. Carefully, she measures the oats and proportionally measures the correct amount of water to add, too much or too little water would make for unwanted oatmeal. Once I am perfectly cooked, she smiles and adds a hint of sugar, but never too much to spoil the meal. Finally, she adds a spoon of butter to make me thick and creamy.
Eggs define everyone in the family. Timma is the scrambled egg, as she has many different parts too her personality. Eno is an omelet, filled with onions, peppers, and mushrooms because she is a vegetarian. Nobody told her egg was considered meat. Finally, Vicki was a fried egg; Plain and simple, and kept to herself.
I am Sunday breakfast. I am the homemade hash browns with corn beef (Dad’s idea). I am Momma’s thick oatmeal, made to perfection, never too much water or too little, with butter to make it creamy, and just a little bit of sugar to make it sweet. I am eggs; Scrambled eggs, Fried eggs, Omelets with spicy peppers, onions, and mushrooms. I am what everyone anticipates for weekly. I am Sunday breakfast.
