Happiness Over Everything.

Friends, I just want to start this week off with some important news.  Clearly Canadian is BACK. That's all I have to say about that, it's all of the fun of the early 90's without the High Fructose Corn Syrup. This is a great time to be alive. I mean it.

On Saturday, my sister D sent me a text and verbally berated me until I agreed to go to breakfast with her, even though it wasn't Sunday. And THEN she made me choose where we went. She wanted to go somewhere she had never been, so after throwing a few ideas at her, I remembered that Deerfoot Farm in Appleton serves Nitrate Free Bacon, and that ended up being the winner. She loves her nitrate free pork products, that sister of mine. I got the Huevos Rancheros, as I have in the past, she opted for a delicious breakfast sandwich on Oatmeal Bread, with Bacon, eggs, cheese and some sort of micro greens - a grilled blueberry muffin, and some fresh squeezed orange juice.  The food at this place is really great, reasonably priced, and locally sourced. It's a hidden gem, and really- more people should eat there. D and I bonded over our love of all things breakfast foods, and then we picked up our nephew for some Dauntie bonding time.  Don't let the smile fool you, he hated the swings. 

Don't ask me how, but I somehow managed to have dates for breakfast two days in a row this week. What I determined today, is that sometimes, it's fun to play tourist in your own town. There's something super enjoyable to me about taking someone to a restaurant to share a meal you think they will enjoy. (Until they drink all your water, and request special accommodations for their meal.) It is basically the same feeling I get from cooking a meal for someone I care about.. it's the best feeling ever. So, I took him to Home Kitchen Cafe, which is an old standby for me. J and I both ended up getting basically the same meal. I had the Breakfast Fried rice with chorizo, and he had his breakfast fried rice plain, because he's super boring like that - but he had his eggs over medium, and I had mine scrambled into the rice, as they SHOULD BE. Someone (Not me) also had to clean the oil off of his eggs before he ate them. I'm not judging - as long as he didn't touch my eggs, I didn't care. But yeah, I took THAT GUY to a restaurant in my home town.. where I know people. I'm not ashamed. Breakfast was freakin' delicious, the company was hilarious, and honestly, it is a meal like this one that makes it fun for me to write this blog. 

Lastly, I just want to share this- it is a quote I found while I was procrastinating starting to write this entry today.  It sort of sums up exactly the way I feel in a succinct and direct way. Happiness over everything.