Growing up, my Dad always made sure we were in church. ALWAYS. I mean, if the doors were open, the Alderman clan was there.

On the rare occasion that we didn’t go, (and some Saturday mornings as well) Dad would cook the “Big Breakfast”. Sausage, biscuits, gravy, hashbrowns, scrambled eggs, juice and milk. We would sit and feast like kings.

This morning, Riley had a bad cough, so we stayed home. I was feeling industrious, so I locked myself away in the kitchen and tried to make my old man proud.

We are now stuffed and ready for a nap. I think I’m gonna read my Bible for a bit now while I drink my morning coffee.

Yes, there are leftovers if you would like to come get some…