say it's the most important meal of the day.
My mother cooked breakfast every day of her married life - every
day. Cooked it from scratch. Sunday morning: pancakes and sausage or bacon; Monday-Friday: oatmeal, toast, sausage or bacon; Saturday: biscuits, gravy, eggs, grits, sausage or bacon. Sometime she'd melt a little cheddar cheese on the side or add grits to the Sunday meal, but Monday-Friday was always the same.
Food was the last thing on my mind first thing in the morning all my life. I think it's because I'd always eaten my big meal at night, but the thought of food early in the morning was revolting. Mama made me eat something, though, and drink a glass of juice. When I moved from home, I swore off breakfast. For years I would consider it on weekends because I could eat later in the day, but never during the week. Never.
Worse yet, were the cold winter nights when Daddy would request breakfast for supper. UGH! When one could have a juicy hamburger or chicken and dumplings, WHY would one even suggest such a meal? Mama usually tried to make the meal at least a little enticing for my brother and me. She would make two little biscuits that snuggled into the center of the iron skillet, squish her thumb print indention in each and say, "One for you, and one for Dwayne." When you're hungry from a long, active day, you'll eat anything put before you. Those little biscuits were surprisingly good with Uncle C.D.'s honey drizzled over them or Miss Juanita's pear preserves piled high. ;) Once in a while, she would make another treat that has become my favorite.
When the girls came along, I realized they needed to eat breakfast, even if I didn't. I was a stay-at-home mom until Melanie was six, and their dad had a grueling job on a ranch. Everyone needed breakfast. I cooked just like Mama had. Eggs, biscuits or toast, grits, oatmeal, bacon or sausage, etc. But the girls liked cereal best. In fact, Melanie learned to read by stringing letters from Alpha-Bits together. ;) Eventually, they even eschewed the morning meal. I don't think Melanie eats breakfast to this day...maybe on weekends.
A year or so ago, I began taking a breakfast bar or a bagel to school with me, and would eat it around 6:00 or 6:30. Since I'd been up since 4:00, my mind and stomach didn't rebel against the thought. I'm in the habit now, and have successfully incorporated breakfast into my life - even on weekends. Of course, I've gained close to ten pounds in the last two years, too. ACK! But it's a habit I don't want to break. I feel more energetic longer on school days, and I need all the energy I can get Monday-Friday.
My all-time favorite breakfast is what Mama called Eggs in a Basket. A slice of bread with the center cut out toasted in a skillet with an egg dropped into the hole. I've begun adding a little cheddar cheese on top for some added flavor. The cut-out is slathered in some sort of jelly or jam. Include coffee, and I'm in hog heaven.( Saturday Morning Breakfast )