The Later Journeys - 3. Zipping Through Breakfast
Previous chapter My hidden alarm was set for a half hour before sunrise, so I could get the cursed stove going for equally cursed hoecakes and blessed coffee. The guys got to sleep in awhile, so that I could soften Ben up over breakfast. I didn’t sleep much that night, I can tell you. I think T and W did because of the pure physical effort they expended, as well as the buildup to this night. The hard part was over. We all hoped. I awoke to my silent vibrating alarm, which was promptly stashed under a pile of linens in my wardrobe. Soon all our gadgets will be brought out into the open, and a happy day that will be. By now I almost feel comfortable with our restored Monarch wood-burning stove and oven -- a massive thing. But regardless of the century, it’s touch-and-go as to whether I’ll be able to break an egg without massacring the yolk or getting bits of shell in the food. There’s a trick to it, involving the wrist, but it’s one of those tricks you can’t really teach an o...