We all know the saying “the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach”. Hmmm. What about women?
I know for sure that this old adage applies to me very well. On lazy weekend mornings while we still recover from Gabriel’s wake up drill I would nudge Neil in bed and start fluttering my eyes at him.
Then he knows. The potato monster wants her hash browns for breakfast. And not just a tiny ladies’ portion, but a humungous heap of crispy, buttered potatoes sprawling over the plate’s rim.
With a groan and a moan he would pop into the shower and then go downstairs to cook our favourite breakfast. Without blinking I would eat his share too if he’s not fast enough.
To complete the meal we usually have a few rashers of bacon, eggs fried in olive oil, baked beans and buttery mushrooms. A complete English breakfast.
After a hard week’s work we all deserve it, don’t we?