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By the time the six of us sat down for breakfast, it was 9:30. For some people, that could seem about the perfect time to eat your eggs, but for my family, that's late. And we had already woken up at 4:30 to get to a special sunrise that was over an hour's drive. We had already huddled together on a mountaintop watching the kaleidoscope of clouds and the growing glow over the mountains. We'd even already completed a hike, exploring the inside of the crater as the sun rose over it.
And we'd lived through the winding drive both up to the summit and back down.
(Just a snapshot of the long and windy road!)
We were ready for food, and we were at a breakfast place that Julia, the morning planner, assured us would be one of the best we'd have.
"What would you recommend?" Julia asked the waitress.
"Anything you like," she said, dodging the decision. "Everything is good."
As we waited, we checked out the desserts available next to the cash register. Chocolate lava cake, lemon squares, passion fruit tarts. Coconut cream pie, oatmeal cookie sandwiches, and guava cheesecake... These became the talk of the table as we waited for our pancakes and eggs to arrive.
"Everyone pick the two they would want to take home," Larkin said. "But don't say them. We'll try to guess."
We'd gotten through three of us when breakfast arrived. The waitress and Julia were right... everything was good and it was one of the best we'd ever had.
After a few bites, my husband tried to restart the dessert game. "What ones would Clare choose?" he asked.
Almost at the same time, but with various levels of emphasis, we let him know that the game was on hold. The forks were barely big enough to shovel this incredible food into our mouths, let alone consider slowing down for a conversation. He'd have to wait for the clean plate club to learn about dessert choices!
