Yesterday my Mum went to her monthly knitting group. It was her turn to take dessert. With all the chaos that's been part of our lives for the past four months, her knitting friends weren't sure she'd make the meeting, so someone else baked. That meant leftovers.
Guess who was the happy recipient of said leftovers? (Her initials are L.B.)
It so happens, that my mother had purchased one of Wegmans' ULTIMATE WHITE CAKEs. They're pretty yummy. I think they could go with a little less sugar in the frosting, but that's just my opinion. (And I could be wrong. They've already had--and addressed--some complaints about there being too much frosting, but can you EVER get too much frosting?)
We ate the cake for breakfast.
What? Breakfast?
Yeah, who says you HAVE to eat two eggs and a side of bacon? (Although you could probably entice me to do so if YOU do the cooking.) Or a bowl of steaming oatmeal (about as inviting as catching a cold while in Hawaii). Kids get fed bowls of sugar in disguise as breakfast cereal, so why not cake for breakfast?
I remember once I took a visiting friend to the cafeteria at Kodak for a hearty breakfast. This cafeteria was feeding guys who'd been working the night shift and they were hungry. We feasted on pork chops and scalloped potatoes at 8:15 a.m. and it was absolutely delicious. (And we didn't need a big lunch, either.)
I think people (including myself) should feel free to eat whatever they want at any meal. So why don't I? Maybe it's all those commercials I've been subjected to over the years about eating a "good breakfast." If it's the most important meal of the day, shouldn't we be eating the biggest meal then (or at least a bigger portion of the daily intake and then slack off at night so we can digest in peace)?
From now on, I'm going to eat whatever I like for breakfast.
Maybe.
How about you?
