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!