Food
Sunday is my favorite day of the week. It’s the only day I don’t have to set my alarm, though, between the two dogs, my whole family is up by 8. All of my homework is finished and responsibilities dealt with by Saturday afternoon, leaving me with a day off. I don’t even have to run. But my favorite part about Sundays is my family’s morning tradition: breakfast. By 8:30, my parents are back from their Sunday run. By 8:45, the kitchen has erupted into organized chaos. I check the chicken coop for eggs and dash back inside to start whisking them in a giant glass bowl. My brother is slicing Saturday’s everything bagels and methodically toasting them to each person's specifications (I like mine almost burnt, while my brother enjoys his slightly warm). In the meantime, my youngest brother harvests oranges from the tree outback and starts on the orange juice. My dad makes pancakes, while my mom turns leftovers into a delicious addition. From mushrooms in a scramble to mashed potato...