Most weekend mornings here on the gulf coast are sunny, yet cool. These days, I have two housemates (a married couple) and a their dog, who is part wolf.
Typically my favorite breakfast goes like this:
I fire up the grill next to the pool, and lay on some thick slices of pepper bacon. In the mean time, one of my house mates has made coffee, which he brings me as I keep the fire hot enough to cook the bacon, yet not so hot that it catches fire.
The dog stands next to me, wagging his tail and expressing his pleasure at the wonderful smells coming from the grill
The other housemate is in the kitchen frying eggs.
We've gotten our timing down so the eggs and bacon are done at the same time ... we sit next to the pool, eating fried eggs, grilled bacon an sipping coffee, and usually some fresh squeezed fruit juice and talk about how the week has gone, or perhaps nothing at all.
The dog, of course, is tossed pieces of bacon, and usually gets an egg of his own.