My husband makes our breakfast every morning. It's a generous and loving habit he started when we were first married, and he's kept it up ever since.
Normally our fare is something along the lines of bacon, eggs, grits, and coffee. Plain oatmeal on penitential days. Pancakes or waffles on weekends. Donuts on Sundays if the Boy Scouts are selling them after Mass. Hash browns, sausage, and/or biscuits on special occasions, when I make them.
All fairly normal stuff, right?
For the last few days I haven't been able to join my husband for breakfast and wondered what he would eat if I weren't around.
This morning my curiosity was sated when I saw his Breakfast Deluxe Combo: Poptarts, Oreos, and liverwurst.