Bacon, Eggs, Toast & Black Raspberry Jam

Knowing that I miss family and friends most, people always ask me what I miss otherwise. That changes, and strangely for a guy who eats to live rather than lives to eat; I usually miss food. And, food I seldom eat. It's ranged from peanut butter to Bordeaux cookies to steel cut oatmeal (which I eat every day at home) to Uncle Ben's wild and long grain rice. Lately, I have wondered if I might pay twenty dollars for double boiler soft scrambled eggs, crisp bacon, toast, and black raspberry jam--and Peet's Sumatra blend French pressed coffee. I even liked typing that out. In the years living in the foothills of Appalachia as a child, I use to pick black raspberries until my face and hands were purple and my stomach hurt. There was no shortage where we lived and to me they were part of abundance. There were many intervening years when I lived without them, before I found that they grow in Oregon and Colorado. Not blackberries, black raspberries.