“When I was a kid, my Mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work.
On that evening so long ago, my Mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage and extremely burned biscuits in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see, if anyone noticed!
All my dad did was reach for his biscuit, smile at my Mom and ask me how my day was at school.
I don’t remember what I told him that night, but I do remember watching him smear butter and jelly on that ugly burned biscuit…
He ate every bite of that thing — never made a face nor uttered a word about it!
When I got up from the table that evening, I remember hearing my Mom apologize to my dad for burning the biscuits.
And I’ll never forget what he said, ‘Honey, I love burned biscuits every now and then.’
Later that night, I went to kiss daddy goodnight and I asked him, if he really liked his biscuits burned.
He wrapped me in his arms and said, ‘Your Mom put in a hard day at work today and she’s real tired. And besides — a little burned biscuit never hurt anyone!’”
Such a sweet story, isn’t it? It makes us appreciate our mothers more!
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