Since I was a little kid breakfast has always been my favorite meal of the day. I have fond memories of my mom making German pancakes while I stretched my PJ shirt over my knees trying to keep the cold away. Breakfast is so yummy, but really only weekends and holidays. When I am teaching on the weekdays there is nothing special about breakfast. In fact, you’ve probably never seen some down their cereal and milk so fast. Oh but days off. Those are a different story. Quiet mornings where you wake up later than normal only to find a fresh layer of snow on the ground. Lights off in the house as you bake up something scrumptious for your husband who’s still snoozing in the bedroom. Eggs cracking. Bacon sizzling. Biscuits toasting. Those are the kind of mornings I dream of.
