By far one of my favorite dinners is … breakfast! Pancakes, or an omelet, biscuits, maybe some chicken sausage, if we’ve been good. In today’s Pacific Northwest magazine (Sunday Seattle Times), writer Matthew Amster-Burton writes a piece on BfD. The writer could have been in our kitchen, it seemed so familiar. The experiments, the search for perfection, all for the right waffle. Nice job.

Oh, and while I’m here I’ll sneak in a pic of a treat we had today, football day. Early on in my years with the husband (we’ve been together 8 years! married for 3), when I didn’t care much for the sport, or for what I ate, I looked forward to the array of snacks and meals the husband would concoct for the day. Sausage sandwiches, semi-homemade salsa or guacamole. Then I started getting into it myself: chili; chicken quesadillas; pizza. Now that I actually pay attention and sorta understand the game, the food is still good, but not the main point of the day.

Today was a special treat. We don’t ever go to fast food national chains. We probably go to Dick’s every 4 or 5 months, when the mood strikes.

Today the mood struck.