The stuff that breakfast is made of.
Most Moms start to shake around 2pm thinking of that dreaded afternoon jingle, "What's for dinner, Mom?" Not me. I get hit with it first thing every day. My kids could not care less about dinner. The panic--the rush down the stairs with that breathless--I'm starving to death from fasting all night--query, "What's for breakfast?" Botch breakfast and my name is, well...let's just say--the pigs and I will be cozy together in the barn. Dirty, but cozy. If it's delicious and speedy and enticing breakfast recipes you're looking for--search no further. Consider yourself a guest of our morning ritual.
Straight from the chickens', err...feathers... eggs--it's what's for breakfast.
September 20, 2011 | Share: