I awakened before Kevin the next morning and took a shower, prepared coffee, and decided to work while he slept. Three breakfast recipes were executed: eggs baked in avocado, brie and cranberry phyllo turnovers, and fruit-stuffed monkey bread. Within a half hour of my creations in the kitchen, the Cape Cod filled with breakfast smells.
Sweet and fruity scents waved from one room to the next, climbing the stairs to the second floor. Although the cheese and cranberry turnovers recipe passed the “usage” test that Ravenous made me enforce during my cooking/baking practices, the phyllo became undercooked and unbearably mushy. My bad since I didn’t remove the treat from the oven when I was supposed to, allowing it to cook longer. No matter how limp the delight became, Kevin—wearing nothing more
