We started him off with biscuits, breakfast sausage and sunny eggs, some sweet little strawberries too.
My young kitchen assistant did a wonderful job helping me whip up this old favorite recipe.
Even the littlest Dietsch got to partake. She loved her first taste of pork sausage – definitely her daddy’s girl.
After a trip to the park, and a whole lot of running and climbing, we returned home for naps and a little quiet relaxation before dinner prep began. On the menu: a Caesar salad, with spears of romaine and a garlicky, anchovy-rich dressing, loaded baked potatoes, and a totally decadent butter-basted ribeye steak for two.
He insisted on cooking his own meat.
The ice cream I brought home for dessert went uneaten. There’s always tonight.
