Getting up at an ungodly hour on a Sunday, I hop out of bed then sneak downstairs. My father, the co-conspirator, equally unskilled in the culinary arts is already there, burning the bacon…

Getting up at an ungodly hour on a Sunday, I hop out of bed then sneak downstairs. My father, the co-conspirator, equally unskilled in the culinary arts is already there, burning the bacon…