Sunday morning delight

What's better than waking up by your natural alarm (sans beeps and buzzers), looking out the window to see the first snow of the year blanketing the streets, and making a scrumptious Sunday morning breakfast?  Not much.  Except maybe having your loved one make the scrumptious breakfast for you.

In a red apron, no less.  It might be difficult to discern from the picture above, but those are two wooden spoons you see hovering around the skillet of cubed potatoes, onions, and red and green peppers.  That's right.  Those are Jeff's "Two Spoon Hashbrowns."  (I just made that name up.)  He was maneuvering a spoon in each hand, scooping and tossing those spuds around to achieve the perfect golden brown crust before transferring the taters to the oven to finish their crisping action.

Meanwhile, he whipped up two perfect omelets, sliced cold oranges, double-toasted the toast, and warmed up my cup of coffee.  While he was creating our feast, I was able to unload the dishwasher and clean out both the refrigerator and freezer (I think I may be the only person on the planet who enjoys going through the fridge and freezer, dumping old things, and reorganizing.)  My point is, it's so much more satisfying to be productive on a Sunday morning while someone is making you a delicious breakfast.
   

It's exactly what one needs to tackle a cold day full of studying vocabulary and dreaded geometry problems (GRE, anyone?).  And to top off the whole shebang, he even gets into taking food pics.