Ina woke up from her deep slumber. The sunlight was peering through the crack in her drapes. She turned to her husband, sleeping like a baby... How patheticshe thought. She slowly eased herself downstairs to the kitchen. what should I make for breakfast? She thought as her stomach growled. She looked at the clock, 5:00 am. She preheated the oven to 350. She took the pan out of the drawer and started to grease it. She thought she would make French toast bread pudding. She was pressing the butter hard against the pan trying to lubricate all the crevices. She got lost in thought and dropped the butter. She moaned loudly. She reached down to pick up the butter, but someone had beat her to it. She was afraid to look up at the butter snatcher. "Howdy!" she said in a warming tone. Ina looked up to see who had broken into her house. It was Paula Deen!