Some weeks ago I stayed up late watching the Barclay’s London ATP World Tour matches on television, especially Rafael Nadal’s matches. Because of the time difference, the matches lasted till the wee hours of the night. Call me crazy if you must, but I’m really a tennis fan. I’m glad that my husband lets me sleep in the following day, and when I wake up he makes me breakfast. And this was my request most of the time:
I love mine slightly crunchy and the egg runny.
Don’t you just love waking up to breakfasts prepared by your husband? Heaven. Next time he promised me he’d make stuffed French toast. I’m already excited.http://foodtripfriday.net/