Nothin like jammin to Al Green radio on Pandora and a homemade breakfast at noon to finish off a weekend.
My serenades can damage eardrums but they’ve got soul and my comida is rarely aesthetically pleasing but let me tell you something about my homemade vanilla cinnamon brioche french toast, . I remember waking up to Motown and the smell of bacon, eggs, chorizo and pancakes as a kid. Thanks Dad, you tha real MVP.
Before anyone asks, that’s pineapple juice.