Love Means I Finally Made Him Breakfast

Before Realm and I married, we sat down and talked about our expectations for married life. We used a workbook to help direct our discussions and jotted down our answers in it. I still have that workbook. When we came to the his tasks/her tasks section, it went pretty smoothly. It was simple to say, “Yeah, I can take the trash out every week. No biggie.”

“Sure, I can handle paying the bills.”

“Mow the lawn? No problem.”

“Can I wash a toilet? Like a pro.”

One of the things I signed up for was making breakfast. Easy, right? I certainly thought it would be easy. Married bliss began with Little Rilla Homemaker in the kitchen overcooking scrambled eggs and burning bacon. Plus, the orange juice was watered down. He was disappointed; I was disappointed. But I would not be so easily dissuaded! I couldn’t make eggs and bacon…so what? I could make muffins from a package and turkey bacon! We were still good, right?

Realm is an eggs, bacon, toast and o.j. man. Some people need their morning coffee. My husband needs his morning breakfast. No deviations. (Well, maybe biscuits instead of toast, and maybe sausage instead of bacon, but absolutely no turkey bacon. Blech.)

I, on the other hand, can’t eat when I first get up. Hunger does not hit me at 6:30-ish, but nausea from the aroma of eggs cooking on the stove does. I love my husband. I love to cook. Making eggs in the morning for him was pure torture for me. Go figure.

Gradually, I began to quit cooking breakfast. Okay, it wasn’t that gradual. It happened in that first year. Now here we are, fifteen years later, and I haven’t made breakfast for my husband in…um…fifteen years. Do I feel bad about this? Yes. I feel like I’ve defaulted on our original agreement. Realm has long past forgiven me. He’s over it, so why can’t I just let it go?

Stupid perfectionism.

So guess what I found this week? A recipe for Egg and Sausage Muffins. I think I found it on some gluten-free website—or maybe it was a low-carb recipes website. I can’t remember. Anyway, I touched up the recipe a bit, and here it is:

10 eggs
2 Tbl heavy cream
1 lb breakfast sausage
¼ cup minced onion
¼ tsp pepper
2 cups shredded cheddar cheese

It makes 18 regular-sized muffins. And it’s so simple!

My egg & sausage muffins
My egg & sausage muffins

I pre-heated the oven to 350 degrees, greased the muffin pans, and browned the sausage and onion in the skillet. I whisked the eggs, heavy cream, and pepper while the sausage mixture was cooling in a bowl, then poured the egg mixture over it. I added the cheese, mixed it all up nice n’ cozy, and spooned it into each muffin cup. 18 minutes in the oven, and they were done.

Packing up the muffins...
Packing up the muffins…

Realm tried one.
His eyes lit up.
It was love.

And the darling muffins can be packed away in the fridge to be warmed up in just a few seconds in the microwave.

For the first time in fifteen years, I’ve made breakfast for my husband. And I don’t feel sick to my stomach from the smell of eggs! Go, Little Rilla Homemaker! Don’t you love life’s tiny triumphs?

Author: Rilla Z

I'm a scribbler. I'm genuine. My topics of interest are: this world, the worlds inside my head, and the world to come. Oh, and cups of tea. Yes, I write about my cups of tea.

15 thoughts on “Love Means I Finally Made Him Breakfast”

    1. Sure is. Btw, I’ve already surprised him with one of the note cards you made for me. I wrote a sweet little message on it and tucked it into his pair of socks. Hee hee. It made me feel all giddy!


  1. Michelle makes me breakfast quite often. Bacon, eggs, potatoes, toast. I can make my own, but I won’t often take the time for bacon and eggs. mmmmm. So obviously I do appreciate when she does. But your egg and sausage muffins sound really good. I think if there was a bunch of them in the fridge, I might be tempted to eat them for breakfast, lunch and supper (and snack) and they’d be gone in a day and a half. I’m going to see if she’ll give them a try. Thanks! Your off the hook for not making Realm breakfast for all those years. (It’s a guy thing, I hope).


  2. That is exactly how my husband is! And I, like you, often don’t want to eat in the morning, and get nauseous from the smell of eggs. I hate nearly every form of egg known to man. For me, making breakfast is about love, too.


  3. Right before I got married Mr. Wonderful and I did book exercises out of a book the pastor who married us gave us (we lived in another town than the church, so we couldn’t do the whole pre-counseling bit any other way). We got to the division of labor bit, and I circled that I would do everything (hi, inner perfectionist!), and he said “We’ll do this 50/50”. He has never broken his word, but naturally I have. I didn’t even know he could cook until I married him! It’s a good thing he’s around to give me a reality check and not blame me for not being the stereotypical perfect wife.

    Hey, at least you tried to be reasonable in your expectations, even if some didn’t turn out like you expected, right?


    1. Reasonable expectations…Ah. The older I get the more “reasonable” my expectations become. “Today, I expect to get out of bed and get a shower…at some point.” I find this reasonable because anything above and beyond that means the day’s a win. Previously, the shower part wasn’t a reasonable expectation, so I think this is an improvement.


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