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breakfast beginnings
Sometimes there are things you convince yourself you just don't have a knack for. For years, for me, that has been cooking bacon. Bill was good at cooking bacon, so I let him do it. I believed I was bad at it. He moved out last March, and this summer I dedicated myself to getting over that negative self-belief, to learn how to cook bacon.
It worked.
This morning, one week after the last of Bill's stuff has finally left the house, I sat down to a meal of perfectly cooked bacon*, fried eggs, toast, apple cider, and white grapefruit that I peeled, slice by slice, just for me. I sat in my house, looking out at my yard, eating a meal cooked by me and for me, all by myself.
And it felt really good.
It was also interesting to me that I was sitting at the green-topped folding table that I believe we used as our kitchen table back in that first Chicago burbs apartment, bringing a sense of continuity between those two beginnings. I'm optimistic that this beginning will lead to good things, just like that other one did, even though we eventually decided to end our partnership.
I will focus on the good, think hopeful thoughts, and remind myself to question the times when the little voice inside tells me that I'm just not good at something. I think I'll go grab another piece of bacon.
* Perfectly cooked bacon, in my book, has no burnt parts but is crispy enough that you can break it up with your fork.
It worked.
This morning, one week after the last of Bill's stuff has finally left the house, I sat down to a meal of perfectly cooked bacon*, fried eggs, toast, apple cider, and white grapefruit that I peeled, slice by slice, just for me. I sat in my house, looking out at my yard, eating a meal cooked by me and for me, all by myself.
And it felt really good.
It was also interesting to me that I was sitting at the green-topped folding table that I believe we used as our kitchen table back in that first Chicago burbs apartment, bringing a sense of continuity between those two beginnings. I'm optimistic that this beginning will lead to good things, just like that other one did, even though we eventually decided to end our partnership.
I will focus on the good, think hopeful thoughts, and remind myself to question the times when the little voice inside tells me that I'm just not good at something. I think I'll go grab another piece of bacon.
* Perfectly cooked bacon, in my book, has no burnt parts but is crispy enough that you can break it up with your fork.
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Precious moments
Making a lovely moment like your breakfast is a treasure.
I have a similar moment, my mother and I preparing a perfect ham and egg breakfast and eating outside on her deck in Florida as two happy adults. To this day we remark on that morning and how much we enjoyed it.
Being alone is not as bad as some think it to be. It gives you a chance to pause and make your own decisions.
May you have countless more pieces of bacon!
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It was good to see you last night, and I'm glad you are having an optimistic morning.
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Drop it in a deep fryer till it floats. No kidding... of course it's just that much more heart attack inducing...but what the hey... non-burnt, crispy bacon every time. :)