There is something incredibly comforting about breakfast for dinner – especially on a cold night – and especially when someone has been put in the cold most of the day.
My son was out all day, in the cold. We decided to have a late lunch and an evening dinner. My husband went to meet my son’s train at around 8:00.
While he was gone, I made breakfast for dinner.
For all of its simplicity, breakfast can be a tricky meal when it is done well. It is a matter of split second timing.
Scrambled eggs are especially fragile if you don’t want them dry or that horrible buffet watery. Light and fluffy eggs are a study in limited benign neglect.
I make a special cinnamon toast done under the broiler. Bacon needs to come up to heat slowly so the fat is rendered before it crisps.
It is also a trick to make the homemade cocoa so it is piping hot but does not scorch.
Bottom line is that I burned one piece of the toast and donated another to the dogs. And I almost scorched the cocoa.
But my son came home starving and cold. He stood in the kitchen eating everything as fast as I could make seconds.
“Your food is the best.” He said.
And just like that, all was right in the world.