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Let me describe a nearly perfect dining day to you.

Morning: Bowl of chocolatey cold cereal, such as Cocoa Puffs. (This is the “nearly” perfect part. Ordinarily I’d prefer a hot cereal, like cream o’ wheat, with milk and brown sugar. Yum!)

Lunchtime: Three-egg bacon and cheese omelette, with hash browns on the side and a couple slices of toast with jam. (Sometimes I’ll have ham instead of bacon. Cheese, however, is non-optional!)

Dinner: French toast with butter, peanut butter and maple syrup. (Bacon and/or sausage links on the side make it that much more perfecter!)

I’ll grant you that a dietician would heartily (pun intended) disagree with this sort of menu. What can I say? I’m all about the comfort foods and there’s nothing more comforting than a nice breakfast.

Thanks to Lyse for treating me to a nifty lunch, and thanks to Wendi for having the bright idea of dining on french toast this evening. Mmmmm.

Two years ago on this date my paternal grandmother, Hjordis Kerezman, passed away. She was a smart, caring, capable woman who survived her husband by two decades… primarily by getting out of New York, I suspect. She never knew what happened that morning in her former city of residence, and I count that as a blessing.

While the rest of America remembers events of greater import, I’ll be over here remembering what a neat lady my Grandma Hjordis was. I leave it to better minds than mine to decide if that makes me unpatriotic or what…