Sunday (I can't always remember!)

The thing about being late is it gives me more time to come up with:
reasons
excuses
ideas
money
photos

In this case, Monday's lunch is Sunday's belated topic. The bread was made from scratch on Sunday. The eggs were laid by our chickens sometime in the last two weeks. The bacon was from pigs we raised last summer.

It is a wonderful feeling to look at my lunch and know where everything came from. If that were from McDonalds, who knows how far each ingredient traveled, or where they even originated. Hopefully next time the bread will be buttered with homemade butter and there will be slices of homemade cheese melting under the eggs. Yumm!