Do you ever make your kids eggs for breakfast–on a weekday? I’m very lucky because grandma (note to yourself: find a nice grandma and have her move in with you) makes pretty much every weekday breakfast for the kids, which typically consists of some very seedy and grainy slices of bread (like the contents of a bird feeder in loaf form) that’s toasted and slathered with almond butter or jam. But the other day Conor asked for eggs before school, and since this is a kid who’s managed to survive for five years on yogurt and dust mites, I must oblige!
On a crazy morning this probably wouldn’t have been possible, but I have to say, it didn’t really take that much more time to make him a tiny cheese omelet. And isn’t this what people used to eat every day before Frosted Flakes came along? So I might try to do this more often, at least once a week. What do you think? Do you ever have time to make a weekday breakfast that involves more than putting out the bowls for cereal?