I found it hard to choose, so I picked most things on the menu.
Daddy's porridge, veggie breakfast sausage, beans (yes, we're Scottish and we eat baked beans at breakfast), English muffin, fried mushrooms, a glass of orange juice and a glass of milk! He had also made fried tomatoes and boiled eggs, but I didn't have enough room in my tummy.
Now, for more of our married life, the thought of Rene cooking me anything would be a punishment, not a gift. And I cringed a little as I awaited the meal. But he has been practicing lately. They brought the food to me on a tray with a towel over it, all pretty like. And there was even HP sauce! And it is yummy! Very very delicious. The porridge was Scottish style, thick, creamy and salty and I didn't think I'd like it. I like it runny and very sweet. But it was very good.
And he gave me a mushy, sentimental card too. Then the kids piled on me with Mother's Day wishes and kisses and they enjoyed some bites of my food too.
Yeah, I'm spoiled.