Whatever Floats Your Boat!

Breakfast is the most important meal of the day—or so we have been taught. It makes sense to me that upon arising, it may have been ten or more hours since our last meal, particularly if we somehow manage to refrain from snacking during the evening.

As a side note, the Romans ate just one meal a day, early Europeans believed it was a meal for the rich, and it did not become a morning institution until people moved into cities during the Industrial Revolution and worked on a regular schedule, with breaks dictated by employers.

Back to our family.

Growing up we always had eggs, cereal, and occasionally, pancakes. I liked scrambled eggs, toast, and tea. Dad liked spaghetti.

The three of you began your mornings with waffles (with the addition of mini chocolate chips for Casey), oatmeal with raisins, or cold cereal such as Kix, Cherrios and the oh-so-unhealthy, Lucky Charms. Time permitting, we would prepare French Toast (with a touch of cinnamon and vanilla) or pancakes.

Before Casey discovered chocolate chip waffles, she loved nontraditional morning meals. Like Bryce who once asked for macaroni and cheese and turkey after one of his sleepovers, young Casey liked tuna melts and New England Clam Chowder.

It was not until our trip to London that I learned about waking up to baked beans, tomatoes, and blood pudding, aka blood sausage—made from onion, pork fat, oatmeal, and pork blood! (Incidentally, Dad took a liking to it, but surprisingly not me.) To each his own.

It was therefore with great interest that Kelly discovered that Lily not only resembles her Aunt Casey physically, but she also shares her childhood morning eating habits. Kelly believed that Lily just had little interest in breakfast. After all, some adults are not fans of any morning meal. But as soon as Mommy placed a plate of last night’s leftovers in front of her, Kelly discovered that Lily just did not like what she had been served. Suddenly, she had a huge appetite.

I suggested that perhaps Lily would enjoy a tuna melt. Casey told me to give her a jar of peanut butter and a spoon. Maybe she would like some baked beans and tomatoes.

 

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You Want to Eat What?

Now that I have small children in my life again, they are helping me dredge up old memories of your younger days.

Dad and I recently hosted a sleepover here with Bryce, and at dinner that night, we discussed breakfast options for the next day. When Dad offered to make French toast, Bryce seemed excited.

So the next morning when he awoke, he first announced that he would like to watch a show. That is very much like me since I don’t like to have any food immediately upon arising. Bryce still seemed happy with the idea of French toast, with a side of blueberries, so while he snuggled in our bed and watched Paw Patrol, Dad busied himself fixing breakfast. I was excited myself since I have not eaten French toast in years.

When we called him to the table, Bryce first ate all his blueberries and then just sat there. Apparently he had had a change of heart. As parents, we would have said, “Tough, tough creampuff. Eat your French toast,” but we are grandparents, so that is not what we said. Instead, we asked what he now wanted,and he stated that he wanted a turkey and cheese sandwich—deconstructed of course! Secretly, neither of us was  upset because, frankly,  the French toast looked great.

Dad looked at him strangely, but I was immediately reminded of Casey’s breakfasts back in the day. While Kelly and Jamie would typically have cereal or waffles, Casey loved to buck tradition just like her nephew. A typical Casey breakfast would be a tuna melt or perhaps a bowl of Progresso New England clam chowder.

Don’t get me wrong. There is nothing wrong with what she chose, but I just did not have the stomach for the odors of tuna or clam chowder at 7 o’clock in the morning. So in comparison, Bryce’s request was quite tame.

Daddy got right to work creating a beautiful “big plate.” In addition to the turkey and cheese, with a hamburger bun, Dad added some mac and cheese from dinner the previous evening. He tried to sneak in a pizza bagel, but Bryce was not interested. Obvi (as Casey would say), he takes after Aunt Casey with his breakfasts preferences, while Lily follows her aunt with her left-handedness.

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