I’m sure you have heard it said: “Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Don’t skip it.” I’ve come to appreciate another old saying: “Eat breakfast like a king, luncheon like a duke, and supper like a pauper.” I don’t always wake up very hungry, so I take this to mean qualilty, if not quantity. But breakfast is really my favorite meal; it seems to be the only meal that can be enjoyed in either quiet solitude, or a happy crowd of family members and friends. When the children were little, breakfast on school days was either hot oatmeal or homemade granola (at least I like to remember it that way!). No Cap’n Crunch at our house. One of the kids spent the night at a friend’s house and made sure to tell me that “their mom lets them eat Cap’n Crunch”. (We did eat raisin bran and Life cereal.) On Saturdays, we would have pancakes, and on Sundays, I’d make muffins — they were kind of like hand-held pancakes and we had to get out the door quickly! Early in my marriage, I learned to make Dutch pancakes, and they became a favorite. As the kids got older, we ate breakfast together less and less. (No one ever tells you when it will be the last time you fix pancakes for someone.) I am pleased to observe, however, that , for the most part, they still eat a healthful breakfast. One son eats oatmeal on the way to work, another eats granola for snacks, and my daughter Kelsey makes great Dutch pancakes.