Saturday is Corned Beef Hash day at the old folks home, and I love my hash. When I wheeled up to the table there was coffee before me in seconds. They came by with the mush...cream of wheat. I am laughing because it was so thin, I drank it from the cup.
I ordered two lightly poached eggs on toast and, of course, hash. In a matter of minutes here they came, just as ordered, a phenomenon. The eggs were on toast but there was toast for butter and jam too. The jam was orange marmalade. And there was orange juice to drink.
It was a perfect breakfast.
Except, my tablemate, Charlotte, was not there. She has passed away. I miss her.