A Taste of Home: Dad’s Sunday Bacon & Eggs

Growing up, Sunday mornings meant waking up to the sizzle of bacon and the aroma of eggs wafting through our tiny apartment. My dad, a quiet man with rough hands, would always be up before sunrise, preparing breakfast for us. It wasn’t just food—it was his way of saying, "I love you," without words. He’d let me crack the eggs, even though I’d always get a bit of shell in the bowl. We’d laugh, and he’d show me how to fish it out with a bigger piece of shell—his secret trick. As we sat at the table, sharing crispy bacon and perfectly runny eggs, I realized these simple moments were the heart of our family. Now, whenever I make bacon and eggs, I’m transported back to those mornings. No matter where you are in the world, food has the power to bring us home. What’s your comfort food that reminds you of family? #HomeCooking #FamilyTraditions #ComfortFood #BaconAndEggs #FoodMemories #Food