Sundays in My City

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In my home, Sundays are all about sleeping in, catching up on certain shows:

...and enjoying a late, late breakfast.

I make the weekend breakfasts. It was that way with my dad all my childhood and now it's my gig. Who is here for breakfast depends on the spend-the-night situations on Saturday. This morning was my daughter and her bestest.

First for a little boost:

this is what we use to store the less glamorous coffee I bought at the grocery

I tried to decide how many coffee makers I've had in my life. The only answer I could come up with is A LOT! Here's our latest. It's a work horse.

I lifted this mug from one of my sisters about 6 or 7 years ago. I will never return it.

Now it's time to make some breakfast. Sometimes I ask the kids what they would like. This morning was simple. Bacon and Pancakes. No egg or potato courses. No sweat.

So I turn this:

Into this:

And this:

Into this:

And this:

And finally this:

Which turns this:

Into this:

And now that the bellies are full and happy. It's time to write!




  1. Now that looks like a pretty much PERFECT morning Casey!

  2. I'm flying down for breakfast next Sunday. Our day did NOT start out like that today. I should just take a photo of last nights (or was it the night before last) pizza box.
    Yea...I've got to get to the grocery store. Stat.

  3. Our sundays are hectic with us visiting parents.. your sunday sounds really idyllic !


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