I am the valedictorian of weekend breakfasts. Lately, anyway. Last weekend, I had this OHMYGODSOGOOD deep dish cinnamon french toast with fresh fruit and whipped cream at a restaurant in East Greenwich (we were checking out the town). It was basically a piece of bread pudding with fruit and whipped cream. SO. GOOD. That was Saturday. Sunday, we had breakfast at home, so we made french toast ourselves with big slabs of bread and strawberries and raspberries and whipped cream. It wasn’t the same as the day before, but it was nearly as good.
This weekend, breakfast both days was cereal, but we got the good cereal. A box of Lucky Charms, a box of Golden Grahams, and a box of Cocoa Puffs, plus a gallon of milk, and we were set. And happy. And somehow, even after two days of cereal in front of the TV, we still have cereal left in all three boxes. Maybe we’ll have cereal for dinner, too.
momma betty
I had coffee and cookies for breakfast. Bob has his never-varying cornflakes with blueberries. Yay.
Zannah
Coffee and cookies – that’s a good breakfast. Not that Dad’s isn’t.