when I cook an egg in the nest for breakfast. The fact that he loves it so much tickles me. A piece of bread with a hole in the middle. Spread with butter and dumped into an iron skillet. Fried until a scrambled (the way he prefers it) egg is poured into the hole. Cook and flip and serve.
That's it. Nothing fancy. Nothing extraordinary. But he loves it. Treats me like a mom queen the whole day.
I wish life were as easy an an egg in the nest.