8 weet-bix is a lot of weet-bix, even for a growing kid. Unless they’re a very different size in other countries?
Oh, Christ yes, that was another one of the fads we went through -
- and this was another one. And one more I remembered - at some point, for a month or so, every breakfast had to include a small glass of orange juice.
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Ignorance mightily fought!
I didn’t realize that Weetbix and Weetabix were two different things.
How could a mother not love a cereal (Weetbix) that was “marketed by the Sanitarium Health Food Company”?
In San Antonio we have
I’m not sure of the effect of the word “sanitary” in the name of the food company. Inspires confidence? Or makes you think of stuff you’d rather not associate with food?
Since you asked, I guess this isn’t a hijack:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5GK8ewRec7c](https://youtu.be/5GK8ewRec7c?t=289)
Weekdays was cold cereal, Saturday as well, most of the time.
Sunday was family breakfast. Dad would go to the bakery for a dozen kaiser rolls and the Sunday papers. Then he’d cook up bacon, using the wonders of the Microwave Oven and some sausage in a pan, and that was breakfast. Buttered rolls and meats.
No eggs. Dad hated eggs, thought the craziest person in the world was the one who saw where an egg came from, and still ate it.
Early 1990s Poland. My parents worked a job and a half each, but my Mum would always get breakfast ready by the time I got out of bed. She herself only had coffee and a cigarette in the morning, but she sat at the table with us.
The most common type of breakfast was leftovers from the previous night’s dinner, either in its original form or chopped and fried with egg. My favourites here were the carbs: fried pasta, pierogi, potatoes, dumplings. Meats also appeared but I was not a big fan. If the leftover was a sort of sauce (e.g. spaghetti sauce or meat gravy), I’d have it with bread. Best of the best was soup, because Mum would sometimes add fresh pour-over noodles.
Not every dinner produced leftovers, so a different morning option was a sandwich, usually cheese or cottage cheese and some sort of vegetable (cucumber, radish, green onion), or a scrambled or fried egg with bread and butter. There was always hot tea. Dad tended to get up ridiculously early and sometimes would go out to get fresh rolls, and then we would use them for sandwiches or just have them with butter.
I don’t remember a significant difference between weekday and weekend breakfast. I probably had to wait for the adults to wake up on weekends, so I may have snacked on cheese or fruit before that.
A terrible memory of preschool is the smell of hot milk. Every morning, just as I walked through the door, the preschool would serve a breakfast of “milk soup”, a.k.a. something in hot milk - regular noodles, poured noodles, cream of wheat, oat flakes or cornflakes. There was hot milk to drink. Possibly bread and butter too.
Fortunately, I would’ve had my breakfast at home and I think Mum dropped me off while the other kids were eating so that the teacher wouldn’t force me to join in (but sometimes she still did). That experience did nothing to help my deep-seated hate of dairy other than cheese.
If it was a holiday or we had company for breakfast, there would be a whole spread, so everybody could make their own sandwiches: bread, rolls, sliced cheeses and cold meats, sliced and salted cucumbers and tomatoes, vegetable salad with mayonnaise, boiled or scrambled eggs, and boiled sausages.
Sugary cereal or plain cornflakes were snacks eaten dry in the afternoon. Pancakes or waffles (always made from scratch) could be a dinner or a snack, served with honey or jam.
Now that I’m considering it, I think all the butter on those sandwiches was margarine, because it was considered to be healthier.
I was excited to try my first Pop Tart as an adult, and I too found them lacking. However, since then from time to time a get a craving for one, even though I don’t enjoy them.