“Well, isn’t that Special?” – 3 – Main Street Grille

Hey there sweet family,

There are two doors I can’t wait to get my hands on when it’s time for Sunday breakfast – and neither of them opens a refrigerator or cupboard.

The first is the door that leads from inside our house to the outside. The second is the door to my car which will lead Rowland and I to the Main Street Grille in Wake Forest for yummy pancakes, with crispy bacon and sausage and orange juice.

To the breakfast-mobile!

To the breakfast-mobile!

This Sunday was no different. I got up, got dressed, fed Bodhi & Callie, tossed some laundry in the washer, grabbed my purse, found Rowland in his office, sprang upon him like Bat Girl and cried, “To the breakfast-mobile!”

His voice was soft, but his words packed a punch. “Are you kidding me? We have everything we need to make breakfast here and you’re writing that blog … ” Kapow! He had me and he knew it.

Kapow!

Kapow!

Argggh … I slunk back to the kitchen with far less bounce in my step than I’d had just a few minutes before. Refrigerator door, open … hmmm, milk (even chocolate milk, bonus!), eggs, butter, bacon, sausage, orange juice. Cupboard door, open … Bisquick. Rowland was right. We did have everything we needed to make a Main Street Grille breakfast at home.

Rowland was right.

Rowland was right.

The thing is, I pretty much suck at making pancakes which is why I appreciate eating breakfast out. Fortunately Rowland (no doubt sensing my despair) gave me a few helpful tips: set the burner on low, let the pancakes cook until the tops are bubbly, flip them over before putting them on the plate. Yay, Rowland! My (always right) hero!

Thirty smoke-filled kitchen minutes later breakfast was served. And it was yummy.

Breakfast is served!

Breakfast is served!

Note: We did *not* eat all that bacon. I made extra for a delish 2 ingredient appetizer that we’ll share another time. 🙂

Eating the same thing at Main Street Grille would have cost us ~$30 and I guess you could say our at home version was free since we didn’t have to spend any money. Still, it seemed like a lot of work and there were all the dishes, measuring cups, skillets and frying pans to clean up afterwards.

No wonder I reached for two doors when we were through. The first was the door to the refrigerator to pull out a bottle of wine. The second was the door to the cupboard to get a glass to pour it in!

Bottom line … going out for breakfast on Sunday morning is worth the $$$.

Next Sunday, Main Street Grille here I come!

Mmmm pancakes I didn't have to make!

Mmmm pancakes I didn’t have to make!

Well, isn’t that special?

Take care and know that you are loved,

Lana