My mom always made us eat breakfast in the morning before school. It was a non-negotiable. This “breakfast’ usually consisted of a bowl of Cheerios or Wheat Chex. On a rare occasion we could find “sugar” cereals like Lucky Charms or Cinnamon Toast Crunch. If we didn’t want cereal, there was always toast or a bagel with cream cheese. Whatever it was, it must be eaten. At the table.
Now, there were five in my family, and that meant five birthdays a year. There was always birthday cake after the birthday dinners. I always looked forward to the mornings following a family birthday for one reason: left over birthday cake was an acceptable breakfast at my house. Not chocolate chip cookies, or a “candy” granola bar, only birthday cake. I don’t know why, but I don’t care. My favorite before school breakfast was (and is) leftover birthday cake.
So, when I wash my morning brownie down with a
pot of coffee, I’m just remembering the joys of birthday cake for breakfast in a time where I has to sit down at my family table and eat breakfast every morning, like it or not.