It’s what the
princess was scarfing down in the kitchen while her mom the queen was in the
parlor eating bread and honey: oven-dried chunks of bread with milk poured
over them, and sugar sprinkled on top.
It’s also what my own kids are having for breakfast this morning,
inviting the question: You call THAT a
nutritious breakfast?
No, I don’t, but I’m
serving it anyway. I’d like to say that it’s
because I’m a poetic soul, and the sugar-sparkled hunks of bread in the cereal
bowl remind me of the ice-coated tree limbs glittering in our backyard this morning. But I’ll admit that it has more to do with my
having bought 64 kaiser rolls off the day-old rack of the local grocery store,
at 59 cents for a bag of eight rolls. The
king in the counting house is going to be mighty pleased!
It sounds much better than four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie.
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