Whatever's happening," she said, eventually, "it can all be sorted out." She saw the expression on my face then, worried. Scared even. And she said, "After pancakes.
I haven't really eaten breakfast since high school.
I still think the best classic meal in New York is a coffee-shop breakfast - you sort of can't skip it.
For breakfast I have grits, because I'm a Southern girl!
All well-regulated families set apart an hour every morning for tea and bread and butter
It takes some skill to spoil a breakfast - even the English can't do it.
I love waking up to Sunday morning pancakes. The whole process of making them, just out in the kitchen together making pancakes on a Sunday morning; that's an experience every girl should have.
Mom was a school teacher, and she had to be at work at 7:30 every morning. So Dad was in charge of us three kids around the breakfast table. He always made it creative: he did the bananas with the smiley face and the eyes with peanut butter on top, made us drink grapefruit every morning even though we had to do it holding our noses.
I make the best pancakes you'll ever have! And I claim that title gladly. On Saturdays I make them for everybody.
