Growing up, on the weekends my father always started the day by playing music; loudly. All your favorite jams streaming through the bedroom doors and windows that were waking you up ever so gently. The smell of food cooking forced your feet to hit the floor.
I remember thinking, “who wouldn’t want to wake up with the sound of music and smell of your favorite breakfast cooking?” You knew once your feet hit the kitchen floor, there was going to be an array of tongue delights to keep your tummy happy for hours.
Grits, bacon, pancakes, eggs, fruit; cut up [...]