Bacon

Woke up early this morning to the smell of bacon frying. Mark got hungry around 5:00am and as his wife is a bit lazy in the morning, or it could be not hungry THAT early, he decided to cook. This is all great except he is frying the bacon right where I need to be in this very tiny kitchen if the coffee is to be started. Now everyone knows how patient I am before that first cup of coffee. I'm bumping into Mark trying to reach the coffee filters. Wild eyed seeing the Folgers but not able to reach it without politely moving Mark out of the way was just a bit frustrating. This kitchen is made for one person. The huge kitchen at Pleasant Home pretty much spoiled me for any other kitchen.