Somewhere in the dark hours between David Letterman and dawn, I realized two things:
1) I needed another blanket on the bed because the air coming in the open window was cold; and
2) I have a cold.
Yesterday, I sneezed and sneezed, but I attributed all that snottiness to allergies, which sometimes strike me in the fall. This, despite the fact that one of my sons has had a cold all week (he’s just now better) and one fought off a cold (had a two-day headache, but is now well).
So, it was really delightful to wake up super early to fry bacon. Yes, a delight. Truly.
To wake up the teenage boys, I used all weapons in my arsenal. I started frying bacon. I turned on the overhead light in their room. I turned the radio on, loud.
After twenty minutes of this, I sent my husband in to wake them. They appeared at the table, remarkably conscious.
My 8-year old looked half-asleep, so I sent him up for a shower while the scrambled eggs were cooking.
And here was the verdict on the breakfast (peach smoothies, cheesy scrambled eggs, bacon and toast):
“I don’t really like how the eggs taste.”
“The bacon is too crispy.”
“This smoothie is too sweet.”
Tomorrow? Pancakes. Much less work and a tried and true favorite. (And I use a real recipe, not a mix. Be impressed, be very impressed–not that the children will be. I used to make pancakes every morning when my twins were in kindergarten until the day one of them said, “Pancakes again?!” in a voice of disgust. That’s when they started getting cold cereal.)
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Well, dear…you could always go with that good ol’ bible meal…..using matzo crackers and callin’ it “Heaven’s food”. Don’t think I haven’t done it. You’re welcome.
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I was just feeling enormous guilt about how I used to complain like an evil monster when my mom served us grilled cheese and tomato soup for dinner…your kids are better people than me, it won’t take them 20 years.
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Ha! That is so funny! For a week I made all sorts of great, new homemade meals. Friday night my hubby was working so I did mac and cheese and hot dogs. My kids screamed “Yea! Finally our favorite dinner!” 🙂
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My mom used to sleep in every morning and my dad was the one to fix breakfast for my 3 brothers and me before school. His hotcakes were to die for –I can’t quit calling them ‘hotcakes’ because my parents were New Englanders and that’s what I grew up hearing, ha! But we lived in a small town where we had an hour for lunch every day and could come home. My mom made up for sleeping in by giving us GREAT hot lunches she’d have ready for us as soon as we walked in the door. We’d gobble it down, then be back at school for half an hour of recess before it was time to go back to the books. Good grief, I hadn’t thought about THAT memory in years! :-O
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Don’t lose those recipes! They’ll be begging you to make them when they’re about 20.
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Share that great recipe, Mel. I make mine homemade too, but sometimes it’s nice to switch it up to keep them on their toes.
And perhaps you should send your husband in every morning..
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You’re too nice. I tell my kids: “this is what I made for breakfast. You can eat this or wait until the next meal is served.”
We usually made our own breakfast as kids. Sometimes, on the weekends, my mom would make french toast. But, we knew better than to complain. Actually, I think we were afraid to complain.
Why can’t my kids have that same fear???
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That breakfast sounds awesome. You’re kids don’t know how good they have it. Will you come make breakfast at our house?
My poor kids think it’s a treat when we have granola in the house rather than the regular cold cereals…
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They just don’t know how good they’ve got it.
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Oh man. I’ve got a cold too! It stinks. I’m impressed you’re feeding them at all, with the cold… and the attitude.
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I got into the habit of making breakfast for my kids every morning. I was feeling so proud of myself until they started whining and asking for cereal. No good deed…
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If you give them gold they want silver.
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