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smells of sunday Yesterday I made the mistake of going out to eat for a late breakfast. At the time I was unaware of the possibility that people who go to church on Sunday might want to get something to eat after they finish with their worship service. That idea soon became a part of my world as I went to not one, not two, but three different restaurants until I found one where it wasn't packed. Even when I did attend church on a regular basis with my family, we never went out to eat after church was over. No, instead of going to some generic impersonal restaurant filled with strangers, my father would cook this massive brunch for us at home. There would be dozens of eggs either fried and or scrambled (omelets were added to the menu at a later time). In addition to the abundance of eggs, there might be bacon, sausage links or Canadian ham for a meat selection and some hashbrowns to round out the meal. To wash this all down, there was milk, orange juice, grapefruit juice and tomato juice. It was more than a meal, it was a feast. Then when everyone was done eating, it was time for a leisurely nap. As I became a teenager I started to resent the huge meal, but now I miss it and really enjoy it when my Dad makes breakfast for me when I visit. ... Warmer weather has already started to compress the snow that fell last week in the Blizzard of 2005. Personally I think that that description is a little extreme, but the people on the Weather Channel and various news sites keep using it over and over again. Then again here in Wisconsin we only got a foot of snow, while the people in the Northeast got buried under two to three feet of the white stuff. |