I have horrible eating routines. For one thing, I skip breakfast. I know I shouldn’t, most important meal of the deal and all that, I know, but I just cannot bring myself to it.. Unless it is Sunday! Sunday we sleep in, and have the most copious meal that can still pass for breakfast: a fatty, big, heavy on the carbs breakfast.
And since I lived in the UK for a while and he lived in the US for a while, we both do not frown upon pancakes with baked beans, syrup on top, French toast, bacon and eggs. And the girls? They just want to make their obligatory pancake in the shape of a letter or a heart.