My sister Elisabeth was wearing a tee shirt imprinted with the phrase "Breakfast of Champions." It was a cute thing, appliquéd with cartoons of classic early morning fare given human qualities: a smiling glass of orange juice; a beaming platter of bacon, eggs and potatoes; a dancing pitcher of milk; happy toast; and a big beautiful bowl of Wheaties. Her fashion statement was a hit with our fellow restaurant guests as they tripped sleepily in for that most important meal of the day. Some stopped by our table and grinned, politely coveting this funky thrift shop find that looked so good on my... More >>>
Morning in America: Grandma's Kitchen makes it good to be home.