Longest night, shortest day just passed up here in the Northern Hemisphere. Like most other days, I got up and made some breakfast.
Actually, not quite everything. Lilly made eggs and brewed coffee. This is what both of those sounded like together: frying egg and the drip-drip-drip from nearby Mr. Coffee.
The toaster oven tick-tick-ticks. I prefer that mechanical sound to the hum of something digital.
Here’s another breakfast sound that might be a little hard to guess.
Yes, it’s the bubbling of grits when the pot is nearly done. Big steam bubbles rise from the bottom and puff their way through the surface of the grits. Reminds me of the films you see of bubbling hot mud.