Breakfasts in our house are always a rush. Except on weekends when the pace of life slows agreeably.
On a school day, it’s cereal, toasted (shop-bought) pancakes, fruit or yoghurts. Mostly quick and invariably messy.
The conversation revolves around after-school club schedules, arguments about who has the most juice, endless reminders to hand in homework or lunch money and then corralling to get jumpers on and clean teeth.
At weekends, it’s often more of a brunch affair. Not because we’re sophisticated urban types, but more because we’re lazy and rise late. It’s croissants and bacon if we have friends staying or toast and chocolate spread, porridge and sliced bananas. Hot frothy coffee and numerous cups of tea get us going.
At weekends, there’s lots of chattering, a fair amount of bickering, rubbing of sleepy eyes and making plans for the day.
With the whole weekend stretching out in front of us, Saturday breakfasts are my favourite. Give me a sunny morning to eat it with and I’m in heaven.
How do you do breakfasts? Are yours just as rushed on weekdays?