Tag: breakfast

I Love the Smell of Fried Dough in the Morning. . .

 

My parish is having its annual Bazaar right now and the Toder family is manning a table for food ticket sales during the entire time. Today is the fourth and final day. The folks at the fried dough concession are all friends of ours and keep giving my children extra bags of fried dough. Although I once discovered the world’s best breakfast, I must say that dough, fried the night before and re-heated in the toaster, is very very delicious. With my fresh warm cafe au lait, I close my eyes and imagine I am back at the Cafe du Monde in New Orleans with warm, sweet beignets in front of me…

The Spirit of Café Du Monde | Bill Davis' Words

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Khmer meals, like every other country’s, comprise of breakfast, lunch and dinner. At Khmer table, all dishes are served at the same time. There are no such things as main course, appetizer, salad or soup. Except at breakfast, the average lunch and dinner consist of a variety of dishes served with rice.Today I bring you […]

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When my wife and I were engaged to be married, she confessed, some months before the Big Day, that she had a concern. “I really am not sure that I am ready to sit down with cornflakes every morning in front of the same man for the rest of my life.” My solution: a much better breakfast […]

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I’d take a picture, but I just ate it. A perfectly poached egg, served and eaten on a bed of bagel with cream cheese, with a layer of fresh tomato and onion between the egg and bagel. It took about six or seven bites. A little egg dribbled out onto the plate as I ate […]

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A Shameful Confession…

 

I admit to writing this essay with a great deal of trepidation. As a Conservative, and as an American, and moreover as a Male, a Husband, and a Father, I feel that I have failed in fulfilling my moral, familial, and community obligations. I have gone back over this confession many times, have rehearsed the words in my mind and aloud in the confines of my garage many times, yet still my fingers tremble as I type this. I apologize to you all and beg for your forgiveness.

For I have been harboring a shameful and dark secret now for many years, and while I would, for your sakes and for your peace of mind, gladly continue to live this lie, I am driven to confess for the sake of my own sanity. I cannot even look my own wife or our own dear, sweet daughters in the eyes any more, concealing this festering wound as I do. I must unburden myself and throw my fate upon your mercy.