I love breakfast. Before we had kids my husband and I would go out for breakfast every weekend. We would sit and read the paper or a magazine, drink coffee, and savor all those wonderful breakfast smells coming out of the restaurant’s kitchen. Flash forward five years and you’ll see a morning scene so hectic you’d run screaming from our presence. I dream of the days when we can take our kids to restaurants and not feel like we need to leave a 50% tip. Until that day I am on a constant mission for breakfast dishes I can make at home with the limited amount of focus my kids will allow.
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