Usually I rise (relatively) early on weekend mornings and quietly drink coffee and read magazines until Micah gets up. But last Saturday, I woke to the smell of percolating coffee and the absolutely magical sound of someone else making breakfast. Which is, of course, the best breakfast-related sound to wake up to. Ever.
His menu: omelets with caramelized onions, fresh biscuits (mine got butter and honey), and kiwi.