I have never really been a breakfast person, which is odd considering that my family owned a bed and breakfast for many years. Growing up, I was a pain about breakfast. I didn’t like cold breakfast, I didn’t like sweet breakfast, and I didn’t want to eat breakfast immediately when I got up (often taking my breakfast in the car with me). My preferred choices were corn chowder, english muffins with peanut butter, and cream of wheat. I’m sure at 5 am my folks really appreciated having to get the stove going to heat the chowder, or having to haul the toaster out for my english muffins while they had their simple cereal. Between breakfast and the uncomfortable sock line across my toes that used to result in fits of shoe and sock throwing, it’s a wonder I ever made it to school on time.