Category : Breakfast

A few summers ago, I was volunteering at the community breakfast down at the local fire hall. Every Saturday, we’d feed a steady crowd of...

My neighbor’s grandson, Leo, spent the summer with her last year. A bright little boy with an insatiable curiosity—and a rather picky palate. Every morning,...

On a chilly Tuesday afternoon last fall, I ended up in a long conversation with a kind woman seated beside me on the bus ride...

Last Sunday morning, after a busy pantry clean-out, I was left staring at a can of biscuits, a bag of hashbrowns, and breakfast sausage I’d...

One summer morning, not long after retiring from teaching, I stopped by a tiny roadside bakery while on a weekend drive with my husband. We...

Last fall, we had a long weekend visit from my daughter and her three little ones. Mornings around the table were pure chaos – sippy...