The history of breakfast food, according to Leanne…
My mother tells me it all started with rice cereal for me. I progressed to oatmeal and quickly rejected that. I was a skinny, scrawny kid for the first 20 years of my life. The dreaded picky eater. Poor woman, my mother. She was stuck with three skinny daughters. In my case, my mother tried very hard to get me to drink milk with my breakfast. I hated milk. My family’s choice of beverage for dinner was milk or iced tea. I became a big fan of iced tea. I’d like to say my aversion to milk was due to lactose intolerance, but I loved and still love cheese, so no, I just hated drinking milk.
I progressed to eggs, BACON – looooooooove it – (I sometimes think I’m related to Elvis), then Captain Crunch cereal, occasional pancakes and pop tarts (the breakfast of champions). My favorite Pop Tarts were the kind that tasted like Oreos. You have a hint of what’s to come. My mother became so desperate to get me to eat breakfast that she gave me an ice cream sandwich for breakfast. Hey, it included dairy. I was a skinny kid. There was no danger of me eating too many of them.
Then to college. Oreos and Country Time lemonade. No lie. As a Virginia Tech Hokie, I had to walk across that drill field everyday to class. No time to hit the dining hall since I was busy hot-rolling my hair, which fell like lead in the wind, rain and humidity.
Next phases included Blueberry Morning Cereal, more poptarts, then when my metabolism slowed, boiled eggs, peanut butter and honey on toast, fasting. I tried Kashi cereal, but the results were ugly. (I do NOT need more fiber in my diet.) Muffins are full of sugar and fat as are breakfast breads. I recently made Monkey Bread for friends. First time in 15 years. FYI, if you want to kill people, give them a steady diet of monkey bread which is filled with butter and sugar. I hate yogurt. I keep trying to make friends with it, but I keep hating it. That said, I’ve learned protein is my friend for breakfast. Otherwise after two hours, my stomach is growling and saying “Yo, give me something helpful.”
Just so you know, my fave dining-out breakfast is one scrambled egg, crisp bacon, one-half of a blueberry pancake with maple syrup and real grits with butter. That happens about three times a year, but I make loud moaning and groaning sounds of pleasure when it takes place.
So, here’s my question to you. What do you eat for breakfast? How do you include protein? (Oh, and no shakes or yogurt allowed!) I’ll draw a name from the responses and send my award-nominated book, ROYAL HOLIDAY BABY.
Give me some ideas!