The weather has turned cool after a long stretch of super-hot summer days. After a much-needed rain yesterday, the sky is still overcast and the air is fresh. I am alone and psyched about having breakfast out on the deck. We had boiled young potatoes yesterday with the herb butter I had made using parsley, dill and chives. There are some left over. I take those out along with a little handful of mushrooms and an egg. I'm thinking omelet. I brown the sliced mushrooms in a little butter and olive oil. I push them aside and brown the sliced herbed potatoes. I mix them together, break an egg over them, add salt and freshly-ground black pepper and make an herb scramble with my leftover potatoes. Meanwhile the rye bread is toasting and I think, "one slice with the scramble and one with some of that peach jam for a little dessert." I whip a little cream and pour in fresh coffee. A sprinkle of cinnamon on top makes it special. A few tomatoes with basil on the side and I'm outside in the fresh morning with a scrumptious leftovers breakfast.