After a heavy week of posts, I need to talk about something silly and light. So what better topic than breakfast. Specifically, my compulsion to always make a ton of food whenever we’re doing breakfast (or breakfast-for-dinner). When I bring up the topic of breakfast my wife initially thinks, “Oh, that’s nice, just some eggs and toast.” When I think about breakfast, I think about the picture at the top of this post. Basically, I go all out and have multiple pans and griddles going at the same time.

I then turn into a whirling dervish as I attempt to get everything ready at the same time. This usually includes piles of eggs, sausage and/or bacon, pancakes, and sometime french toast. I spend most of the breakfast time standing at the griddle pouring out batter and turning meat as I pass out the items that are done for hungry boys to devour. Sure it’s a lot of work, but in many ways I enjoy it. It feels like an appropriate ‘dad thing’ to do for a hungry family. As Father’s Day approaches it makes me think about dad things, and breakfast is certainly one of those things.