My husband has loads of ideas. There's hardly a day that he doesn't come home and say something to the effect of "we should..." He's an idea bank. He's truly a creative even if he can't draw to save his life. My husband also loves food, not just for the nourishment or life support; he genuinely loves food, different flavours, different cultures. He's always willing to try new things, and he almost always orders the best thing on the menu any place we go (which is a score for me because we always share). And because my husband loves food and has loads of ideas (and is also a budding cook himself), he had the idea to have a breakfast club, not to be confused with THE Breakfast Club because homeboy hates the '80s. He's a '90s boy at heart. ANYWAYS, a breakfast club. We love food. We love breakfast. He makes great biscuits (his grandmother's recipe). I'll set the table. Why not?
So this morning, we did it. We invited our friends Steve and Haley, and we had our very first (but not last) breakfast club. We've decided (we think) to call the club Derivatives. The food we make, the things we do all harken back to what we were raised on, the things our families made, so Derivatives. It's not the original; it's the second, but it's not a copy. It's something different and new, and we're putting our own spin on things.