Valentine’s Day is one of my favorite days. For me it means sweets to eat and sweeter still notes declaring my fondness, affection and love. It is just a sweet time.
I met my husband near Valentine’s Day. I had never received roses from anyone before. He sent me a yellow rose. (Those were his favorites.) In high school I had an English teacher who said if a guy gave you one rose, you should ask where are the other 11? If he came back with 11 roses he was a “keeper.” So I did. They came the next day! A girl never knows if she doesn’t ask, right? It must have been ok. It seemed to work out. It was so sweet to get roses. I love flowers too.
Anyway, Hank loved breakfast. I think it was his favorite meal, especially on the weekends or on vacation. He had a pretty strict menu. Eggs, pork of some type, grits or potatoes (maybe gravy) and toast, coffee and orange juice were the order. How it was prepared and in what combination didn’t matter. So I was trying to think of a Valentine’s Day breakfast meal when I spied two slices of white cheese and a large bell pepper. Why not try to cut the bell pepper into a slice that looked like a heart. It didn’t work. Next was to use the cookie cutter to cut the cheese into a heart. That was much better. Thus, eggs in pepper rings with cheese hearts came to be. Just thinkin’ about Hank and breakfast on a Saturday morning.