Simple Pleasure . . . Sunday BreakfastOne of the things I enjoy about this time of year, when there is a definite chill in the air, both inside and outside my house, is cooking on my wood burning cookstove. The smell of the food, the warmth of the stove and the aroma and sound of wood burning, all add to the enjoyment.
Somehow the food tastes better.
Necessity being the mother of invention I made the toast on the top of the stove. My woodstove
toaster being over at the cabin.
Voila! the breakfast meal with coffee and unsqueezed orange juice. A meal worthy of this country gentleman on a quiet Sunday morning listening to some intelligent discussion on the CBC.
It would be nice to share this meal with a friend. . . . so if you are near by on a Sunday morning, drop around. Until then, I am content with my thoughts, my gal dog, Heidi and several cats. I can do this every morning but for some reason Sunday it feels the best.