The Rice Krispie expedition led me to ponder my grandfather’s breakfast habit. Along with the daily fried eggs and bacon he would have a bowl of cornflakes. It was a hearty meal, to be sure, the most important of the day!
He was a farmer who worked hard. He needed that fuel – and apparently double that. He would pour his cereal in a bowl, then crush the flakes with another bowl on top. Removing that he would pour more cereal on, crushing that. Then he could properly douse this huge bowl with milk and sugar. That energy sustained him until coffee break at 10 a.m. when my mother, with three littles in tow, would drive out to the farm to enjoy time with her parents. This is when my grandmother introduced the substance I would ascribe to for the rest of my life – coffee.
No wonder I so enjoy breakfast. It provides nourishment for the body and soul through food and memory.