Recovery Breakfast

Just last weekend, I stayed with Brother Dean while I was in town for the Disney half marathon and I must say, he is a great host (never mind the fact that he's male.) When I got there, the house was spotless and there were candles burning. After relaxing and watching SportsCenter for a couple of hours, he whipped up a delicious dinner of shrimp cooked in a red sauce with spaghetti paired with a delightful salad, which included strawberries, sunflower seeds and a balsamic vinaigrette.

He thoughtfully turned down the TV when my geriatric bedtime of 8pm rolled around. I could have blamed it on the 3:30am wake up time, but who am I kidding, I could have absolutely nowhere to be the next day and I'd still be in bed by 8pm. Right before bed, he took the clean sheets out of the dryer and made the bed and then asked what my preferred house temperature was.

The next morning after I came home from the race, this is what was waiting for me:



It was nothing short of the perfect recovery breakfast. Whole grain toast with crunchy peanut butter, sliced bananas drizzled with Greek honey, half of a cheese and herb omelet and hashbrowns. I should mention that Dean's plates are giant sized - that was a ton of food...and I ate every bite.

I have to say that I'm really proud of my big brother and his thoughtfulness. We've come so far from the days when he stuffed me in the dryer almost 25 years ago. Oh, the memories...