Hand Delievered Breakfasts
There’s something magical about early mornings. Back when you were in Junior College, I woke up at four-thirty in the morning and made you the best breakfast I knew how. Mushrooms, cheese and spices between two slices of toast. I spread a thin layer of Campbell’s mushroom soup to give it a little saltiness. The fifteen minute walk was fueled by the anticipation of your smile upon receiving my little gift to you. And smile you did. I never guessed that having the same sandwich every morning for a month or two might be tedious because you always smiled. Back home, people were wondering why open cans of mushroom soup were always found in the refrigerator.