I judge food.

Once I find something I like a lot and I kind of know how it's put together, I can properly judge it.
Some people judge a place on their margaritas or something. I judge a restaurant on it's Reubens. Bread, corned beef, all the fixings. If it's not good then you didn't try very hard.
I now have promoted myself to judging a restaurant on eggs benedict.
For this, I blame Elan, because before he made it for me in my own little kitchen I'd never had it before. It was amazing. Flavors happened! Yum. He's great, that kid.

The first place I ordered it was at Leenie's Cafe. It was pretty perfect. Sauce was flavorful & the ham was very good. I also recommend their rice pudding, (Vera's Breakfast Pudding) warm with fruit. It's very comforting on a gloomy day.

The second try was at the Longmont Egg & I. It was the Hiker's Benedict. It had diced ham, tomatoes, asparagus. It sounded nice.
It was edible. But it wasn't good. The english muffins weren't quite toasty enough, it wasn't hot enough, and it was blah. Bacon was good. Potatoes were good. And they give you coffee in a pot so you don't have to wait for them to bring it to you. I dig that.

I will continue to try them and see if I can find an acceptable substitute for Chef Elan.
I will keep you updated. I know you want to know.

Today.

It was quite a day.
This morning I saw my dear friends. We mourned with them. We listened as they told stories.
We attempted to comfort a new friend as we said goodbye to her husband, who we'd just barely begun to know. However brief it was, it still was.
Frank Sinatra was played as we said our final farewells. I knew we would have been friends.
I met a grieving father who said he'd always worried if his son would "find someone" and he was grateful that it happened, it made him happy. He also said "I never shake hands with beautiful women, I hug them!" I got several hugs.
We went shopping for comics in a giant warehouse. I had a joyous husband. We drove in the rain and snow all day.
Tonight I saw classmates I haven't seen in almost 20 years. I may hardly ever see them but they are truly family. We spoke about old times, new times, gardens, teachers, kids, absent friends. Some we will see again. Some we won't.
With the bad comes the good; in all things.
A lot of beings have left this realm of existence far too soon, far before their time. It's a gift to be able to take time with the ones still here. We should take advantage of that.

Rest in peace Jim. Rest in peace Trevor. Rest in peace Aurora.