Last Sunday, my dear husband made me breakfast. I could tell he was doing something along these lines, so I stayed in bed. Then I couldn’t stay hidden any longer, so I came out with my eyes closed. I told him I realized what he was doing and said, um, if you need help making something, I can help you. Since I didn’t want to ruin the surprise of what he made, I just shouted out how to make various breakfast items. It was actually quite comical.
Here’s the final product. It was fantastic. š
