Breakfast.

When I was in elementary school, we used to have cereal every weekday morning. On the weekends, Dustin, Trisha and I would make Jiffy Blueberry muffins (Trish was probably 12, so she could cook, and Dustin and I could try to help.) Or sometimes Mom would cook pancakes, bacon, biscuits and gravy, waffles, french toast, scrambled eggs, sausage, hash browns--not all at once, but some combination.

When I was in middle school, the cool thing was to skip breakfast because food made everyone nauseous in the morning. So I drank chocolate milk every day in sixth grade. This was a terrible idea. My bones grew stronger and decided to grow, causing me to be 5' 6" and taller than most everyone else in my grade, especially every single boy in the school. Unfortunately, the damage had been done, so I continued to drink milk for breakfast. Instead of chocolate, I began adding Carnation instant breakfast packets to my milk.

In high school, after having to get up at 5:45, I usually just didn't eat breakfast at all until senior year, when free breakfast was offered to everyone. For the entire year I ate my individual bowl of cereal and my cinnamon toast. I actually didn't always eat the cinnamon toast. It was mass produced, frequently was crunchy, dripping with butter, or an outrageously cinna-tastic piece of not so good bread. I went through phases with the cereal: Trix, Lucky Charms, and Cocoa Puffs. Healthy, well-balanced meals!

When I went to college, these healthy breakfast habits continued. When I worked at Duvall over the summers (which I had a dream that the pool was flooded, so I was jumping around on fences to stay dry, but the swimmers, who just swam in the flooded pool area, tugged on the fence so I got drenched. I didn't work there, I was just passing through,) I would always eat. At college, I frequently had cereal. I rarely went to the meal plan place for breakfast--Why waste a meal on cereal when I had cereal in my dorm? Or I could make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich! Or a grilled cheese sandwich on the iron...

When we go home, we usually have Saturday morning breakfast, where Mom makes us all a big breakfast. Dustin and I pretend to help. After "helping" Trish make muffins for years, we're quite accustomed to hanging out in the kitchen, leaving the cook to think we're helping when in reality we are just giggling about some joke and watching the cook do all the work.

Today, I decided to be different and make french toast for breakfast! However, we were out of eggs... and I wasn't sure if the milk was good... and we don't own any cinnamon or vanilla... I briefly contemplated fried milk toast as a breakfast, and if it would satisfy my craving. Or test edible. Or get crunchy, because I'm 30% certain that the eggs make it crunchy.

However, I opted on the side of caution and made grilled cheese instead.