Sunday breakfast

This was a perfect Sunday morning. Clear skies, warm and dry, and a cool breeze blowing through the kitchen window.
Instead of the usual fare (an English muffin or a bowl of Cheerios), I pulled out all the stops and made a big breakfast. I turned on the radio and tuned into the Country music countdown. I felt like I was 23 again and in my first apartment.
Back then, I used to make a big pancake breakfast (by way of Bisquick) with bacon and coffee in a stove-top percolator (the kind with the little glass knob on the lid). I tuned into Casey Kasem's top 40 countdown, with its long-distance dedications. My friends were listening to more sophisticated music, but I loved that show and rarely missed it. (We saw the movie "Away We Go" last night. Maya Rudolf tells her boyfriend John Krasinski that he is using a""Casey Kasem" voice.)
This morning, I pulled out the old cast-iron skillet which I had acquired in my senior year of college. I shared an apartment with two other guys and we found this rusty old pan in a cabinet. We split up after graduation and I acquired the pan. I read about how to care for cast iron, how the pan has to be "seasoned" first and how to scour it with salt to clean it. That pan has served me well for 30 years.
We bought potatoes at the farmers' market yesterday. They are small--about the size of a golf ball. I quartered three of them and browned them in the skillet for five minutes. I found half of a roasted onion in the fridge and added that to the pototoes. Then I moved the pan to the oven to roast the potatoes for 20 mintues.
Meanwhile, I chopped up half a yellow pepper and sauteed it in another pan until soft, then I tossed in a couple of soy sausages. I prefer the Bocas to the Morningstar Farms. When the peppers and sausages were done, I melted butter in the pan, and poured in four whisked eggs. I added a handful of shredded cheese and folded the omelet in half, more or less. I know better, but I was impatient this morning. I didn't let the pan get hot enough so I didn't get a good "crust" on the eggs.
I arranged all the food on two plates and garnished them with farmers' market strawberries. Delicious! We'll be at the ballpark later, watching the Sox beat the Cubs (we hope). This breakfast should keep us going at least until the third inning.