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Of all things I remember about my dad, it's his love of breakfast. Breakfast was my father's favorite meal. He made it every single day until he died at the ripe old age of 98. Bacon and eggs, oatmeal with raisins and toast, sausages, egg & toast, biscuits with sorghum molasses and, best of all, pancakes. Pancakes were our weekend treat. We always had them either Saturday or Sunday morning. He made them himself, often adding whatever fruit was on hand: banana, apple, blueberry. When I was little he made buckwheat pancakes a few times, claiming they were good for us. We figured out real quick I was allergic to buckwheat. I kept breaking out in hives.
Dad and Mother loved sweet, ripe strawberries and peaches. They cooked & produced fresh strawberry jam each Spring and fresh peach jam in early Summer. We enjoyed fresh fruity jam all year long. It was a loving contribution to the family feed. I can still taste them. Mother could never decide which on she liked best. I think it was whichever was in season at the time.
I have two favorite breakfasts when eating in a restaurant. I love Eggs Benedict with a perfectly poached egg, Canadian bacon on a crisp English muffin & a light, lemony Hollandaise. I also love Chicken Fried Steak, particularly in the South where they always make it goooood. Both are excruciatingly fattening.
photo from thebrandingirongrill.comAfter having children, I made a point of making breakfast each day. First of all, they needed a healthy, hearty diet. Second, I wanted to carry on that tradition, to have them remember those lovely, made-from-scratch breakfasts of eggs, bacon, sausage, pancakes, hot cereal, toast, jam, fresh butter. I am all about butter too.
But that's another story...