We love cruising, but I really miss being home for the holidays. On Easter, we always celebrated with a special breakfast: McMillen Eggs. Dad would patiently spend most of the morning making them, then we’d devour them, along with homemade baked beans (it’s that Boston thing), coffee cake, and lots of other delights. Now my brother Greg makes the eggs, and everyone gathers with his family to partake. Here’s a picture of this year’s efforts – empty cartons and the finished product. I wish I was there!