Since I was a child, I’ve never been a fan of breakfast food. I didn’t care about snap, crackle, and pop! I just wanted the toy buried within the cereal box. Oatmeal? No thanks. “Green eggs and ham,” bacon, or sausage made me gag. Pancakes? Too mushy. Orange juice, meh. Apple juice, an absolute no-no.
“But, you have to eat something, Suzanne, before you go to school.”
“Why, Mom?”
“Because your teacher will think I’m a bad mother.”
“I won’t tattle. Just don’t make me eat that stuff. May I have a chocolate chip cookie and a cup of coffee instead?”
“No! Your grandmother lets you drink coffee on Sundays, but not in my house! You’re only seven-years-old.”
I rolled by eyes, “Then, may I have a cookie?”
“Fine!” She was visibly mad, “And then, go brush your teeth again.”
By the time I got to college, breakfast was a thing of the past. I became a strict, two-mealer, and an occasional late-night snacker. In fact, for forty years, my morning go-to was simply cafe-au-lait (coffee with cream) from a regular coffee pot–not an overpriced coffee shop. On rare occasions, I might indulge with a half of donut, a bagel with cream cheese, or a cookie.
Now, my morning rarely begins until 10 AM, so I simply need a half-cup of coffee to jump start my engine because in a couple of hours, it’s lunch time. That is. unless…. There happens to be some homemade, peanut butter cookies with a Hershey’s Kiss baked on top. My absolute morning go-to repast. Guess that proves, old habits don’t die with age!
Bon appetit!
Dr. Suze Espouses 