It's 6 AM somewhere

When I was a young 'un, just a bald-faced boy, my pop worked shift work, so every third week, he worked midnight shift for the Baltimore Gas and Electric. He worked in the office where they calculated just how much power to be cranking out all over their service area. Too much would be wasteful; too little would cause a brownout. And all this was done before computers and calculators, so that's why Dad was a bit on the precise side. He would actually say things such as, "Why say 'the one before the next-to-the-last one' when there's a perfectly good word - 'antepenultimate' - for that concept?"

This will hardly be the antepenultimate time I discuss this dinner concept, but on those weeks of midnight shift, Dad used to like to wake up to breakfast food. Faithful readers (thank you both!) will recall my rapt discussions of waffle procedures. We'd have waffles, bacon, eggs...a veritable Grand Slam before Denny's even came along, all homemade by Mom for dinner.

I thought it was the coolest thing. Still do, and fix that sort of thing often, although these days I go for the Heart Smart Bisquick and cheapie pre-cooked thin bacon and maybe just one egg.

On the way up to Friendly Farm, I saw a sign at Hereford Volunteer Fire Company - they had held a fund-raising Breakfast for Dinner last Wednesday. I immediately felt that old familiar hankering for waffles, sausage, orange juice.

In Olde Williamsburg they sometimes serve fried chicken with breakfast. Order it with scrambled eggs, and see which comes first!