Thursday, February 19, 2009

A Dream of Fluffy Muffins

Last night I had a dream that several people were making breakfast in our apartment and giving a presentation on China. As a result, I woke up extra early this morning to see if someone had indeed prepared breakfast. To my dismay, no breakfast was there. Only a cold, abandoned kitchen. There's something comforting about someone making breakfast for you. The sounds of pots and pans banging together is like a verbal promise of good things to come. I also love it when the breakfast smells waft around the house and into my room. If I made breakfast for my room-mates, it wouldn't really work because I arise about 2 hours before them, so the good intentions would be cold already. But maybe I should try to do this for them once a month. It seems like it would be well-received.

1 comment:

Mom said...

Uhmm...I know just what you mean about waking up and hearing someone in the kitchen and smelling the good food. It brings to memory sometimes at home when I was growing up. I remember hearing the sizzle of roast beef on Sunday mornings. I think there were a few times, too, when you were the "angel" in the kitchen