A Brandon breakfast

by Katie on January 5, 2010

Brandon and I both had some book work to do this morning (him: invoicing, me: year-end employer tax reports), so we actually had a real breakfast. In our house, this means it wasn’t a frozen waffle or peanut butter sandwich. Yes, even cereal classifies as a real breakfast, since you can’t snag it on your way out the door; you have to sit down and eat it.
I decided to get a little creative, and thumbed through some breakfast recipes in my Taste of Home cookbook. I settled on French Breakfast Puffs. Trust me, it sounds a lot fancier than it is. It’s basically a sweet muffin you roll in butter, then sugar and cinnamon.
I called Brandon to the kitchen when they were ready. And asked if we wanted bacon or anything to go with his breakfast puffs.
“Why, are they bad or something?”
“I don’t know, I haven’t tasted them yet. I hope not.”
So he picks one up and takes a bite (i.e. consumes three-fourths of a muffin). With his mouth full: “Mm-mm. These’ll work.”
So I take a bite. I’m less enthusiastic about the breakfast puffs, and tell him they’re just “okay”.
Him: “What do you mean? They’re like a snickerdoodle muffin. They’re good. Don’t ruin it for me.”
Again, I ask what I can make to go with his breakfast puffs.
Him: “What do you usually eat with a muffin? …Nothing…right?”
Me: “Well, this just isn’t really a man breakfast, so I thought you might like something with it.”
Him: “Does it have sugar?”
Me: “Yeah.”
Him: “Then it’s a Brandon breakfast.”
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