|The Infamous Strawberry Pop-Tart|
Also reminiscent of my childhood is the sizzle of bacon. My sister and I spent many weekends at our beloved Mom-Mom's house. On those special Sunday mornings before our obligatory church visit, the sizzle and pop of bacon would be met with youthful anticipation as Jen and I vied for who would get the first piece. Still to this day no one can cook bacon like our grandmother.
Fast forward 20 plus years and I now associate my mornings with my much-earlier-than-I-riser husband and the sounds of him downstairs brewing coffee and chopping an apple for my workday snack. This is all the while I drudge through my morning routine. When I finally make it downstairs, I quickly scramble two eggs and out the door I go.
|The husband and I at cooking school several years ago|
I'd love to hear what culinary sounds you associate with your morning!
Happy cooking in the not so happy morning!