Chapter 84

Morning came early. I woke at six then cat napped until seven thirty. I gave Jenny a kiss, but she never budged. In the kitchen I started a big pot of coffee and put several frying pans on the stove along with a large griddle. The Smithfields and the Snows were flying back this afternoon. I thought a good in house breakfast would be better than a noisy restaurant plus everyone could eat on their own schedule. We always had plenty of fruit. We also had stocked up on eggs, bacon, sausage, scrapple and pancake mix. I opened two of those frozen orange concentrate cans and made a gallon of orange juice using distilled water. I was also going to make fried potatoes

I cooked myself an egg, several strips of bacon and one pancake. That way I would be able cook for everyone else when they came down. I had just started cooking when Jeanna came down. She had followed the aroma of freshly brewed coffee.

I asked how she slept. "Like a rock once I got into bed," she said. "I'm also sore in places that haven't been sore for a while. I may need to go do a more traditional workout in the gym later," she added with a wink. "You were right, she wants a suburban so she can carry all her mates and things in the back but wants to wait in case she needs the money to put towards the building."

I noticed that when Jenna said that she was looking at the ring on my finger. I winked at her and just smiled. I asked what she wanted for breakfast.

"That egg looks good and so does the bacon," Marcy said. "I should try scrapple, whatever that is. I did not get any the other morning when you cooked it."

"Would you like that as a sandwich? Scrapple, egg, bacon and cheese on toast are really good," I said.

"That does sound good," she said.

The rest of my family was getting up. I could hear them moving around. I started the bacon and scrapple and stirred the potatoes so they wouldn't burn. They were in was the biggest frying pan we had and filled it to the brim. I added some parsley to them along with a few finely cut green peppers to add flavor. I also had bread waiting in the toaster to make toast. I cooked a full pound of bacon and had the second ready to go and the same with the scrapple. Everything was nearly finished. The toast went down and I started frying eggs.

Jeanna had her first egg, bacon, scrapple and cheese on toast sandwich with a side of fried potatoes.

The girls were coming down in pairs. I gave each of them a good morning hug accompanied with a good morning kiss. I started taking breakfast requests. While that was going on the doorbell rang. Our Moms and Dads were back again just in time for Sunday morning breakfast. The Moms asked if they could help. They started another frying pan of potatoes. The stove was now full; no more empty burners.

Wendy's phone rang; her Dad was in the neighborhood and wanted to know if he could stop in. "Sure," I replied.

I asked Mom if she would check the coffee and do another pot. "There are about two cups left." She said.

"Just pour it into one of those big mugs. Wendy can hand it to her Dad as soon as he comes in." I replied. It was hardly out of my mouth when he knocked on the door.

For the next hour I was a short order breakfast cook. I even tried my hand at making a couple omelets, of course I had plenty of advise on how to do it. It was fun and I fared better than I thought I would.

Jenna came over and said, "The breakfast sandwich was great. I will have to see if I can talk the bank into expanding here and let me run it, then I could get one of those every weekend."

"There is always Christmas, New Years, Presidents Day; the room is open any time you want to use it." I said.

"I just might take you up on that," she said.

After everyone was fed and happy I started putting dishes in the dishwasher with Jenny's help. I whispered to Jenny, "I think this is the kind of Sunday mornings we will have when their grandkids arrive, don't you?" She returned a big smile with a hug and a kiss which surprised me as our parents were here. However no one let on that they had seen anything.