It’s My Breakfast - I’ll Eat It Like I Like It
OMG - Ever want to feel young again? Well, actually like a small child? Go home and visit Mom. That’s exactly what we’re doing this weekend. Anna’s 85th B’day is next week. So all the fam is gathering. My Baby Bro from CA, my other sister and brother from nearby my Mom in Western PA. Anyway, the gang’s all here.
So, everyone kinda does their own thing for breakfast. Sleep and get up when you’re ready - showers and brekkie at your own pace - so I decided what I was going to have for my first breakfast on the visit.
Well, I get out my English Breakfast tea that I brought with me - because we already visited the fact when I called my Mom to decide on what kind of things we were bringing to the party - that she only had Earl Grey tea and I don’t care for Uncle Earl. So, as I was saying - I make my tea - “Well, you know there’s Earl Grey in there.” Of course I knew that, hence the English Breakfast shopping spree.
And what to have with my tea? Well, you know I’m Jersey-Centric, Proud -whateva - so I brought Jersey peaches, tomatoes, corn and arugula. Think I’ll have a Jersey Peach and a half of buttered roll.
What kind of roll? Well, great choices - Calabrese round, baguettes, English Muffins, Portuguese rolls, soft rolls… I chose the Portuguese Roll. Wrong answer! “You know there’s English Muffins in there. Why don’t you want an English Muffin?” Well, maybe because I wanted a toasted Portuguese roll…..
Then we moved on to the butter - well I like unsalted butter - not oleo or any of the other ersatz spreads - Un - Sal - Ted But - Ter! My mother knows me for at least a few years - so I Can’t Believe that I heard that I should have the I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter. I wanted the unsalted butter that happened to be in the freezer since my last visit when I brought it.
Mind you, this whole conversation did not take place at the breakfast table where I was seated - but from the swivel rocker (actually I typed in swivel rocket first - maybe that was more appropriate!) where my mother was seated.
So, I settled down to my Jersey Peach, English Breakfast Tea and Portuguese roll with unsalted butter. Not quite as tasty as I thought when I conjured it up. Maybe I should have had the English Muffin with the I Can’t Believe and a nice cup of Uncle Earl….
My brother, Steve, told me that I’ll probably have enough material after this weekend to blog for a month.
We’d love to hear your favorite ”Momster” story. We’ll commiserate right along with you. This one isn’t necessarily my favorite - it’s just my most recent…
