Area man washes two cups, considers himself a saint

Local Brooklynite washed up his own cups this morning and is astonished at his own act of generosity.

P makes coffee on Saturday mornings and its wonderful, don't get me wrong but let's face it, that's the end of his 'contribution' to household duties. We had a loose agreement that he would wash the dishes every other dinner but that seemed to fade away like my dreams. No, really he's the mule and willingly carts most anything home for us including the laundry every week so in his mind, he's doing more than any man should rightly do. And I appreciate it. Because that's how far down he's broken me.

Now I was starting to mold Saturdays as an afternoon date of sorts. A good brunch then a stroll through the neighborhood. Maybe a stop off in the park. But I think I may have cooked myself right out of the one luxury or semblance of a 'date' that we share. As the weather gets colder and its more fun to linger in bed until we're too hungry to act right, I'm tending to make breakfast at home on Saturday mornings instead of going to a fun brunch spot and having ourselves a little chat and chew.




Am I screwing myself? Jury is still out on this one. On the one hand, I really like making breakfast. Its super fast and a bit of a rush. Everything has to be hot and ready at the same time. That's not easy to do for me but its fun. My tiny kitchen becomes all abuzz.

This morning I already knew I wanted to cook and my goal was to make the creamiest fluffiest scrambled eggs. Alongside that I wanted crispy bacon, country potatoes and buttered toast. I let the eggs slow cook while stirring frequently. I added a bit of milk and sour cream to the whisk. At the very end a handful of jalapeno jack cheese. Eggs are to be treated as the delicate little wonders that they are. Soft and fluffy, like clouds. No black pepper, just a hint of salt. This was everything we would have experienced at a local spot. Except outside P tends to find my mindless rants fascinating or at least he looks at me when I talk. Thats a lot when you've been together 20 years.

Maybe a date is how I see church. It can be anywhere you just have to be treating it as such. We talk, tease, yell and try to out-wit each other at home. At a restaurant setting we have to be more civil I guess, better-behaved, more respectful. Just like church actually - hmmm...maybe there is a benefit. Jury is still out.