There’s nothing more “Leave It to Beaver” than a full breakfast with sausage, pancakes, scrambled eggs and orange juice, but for today’s mom-on-the-go, the everyday restaurant-style breakfast is out of reach. We talked to three busy moms about what breakfast traditions they’ve passed onto their own family through the generations, and even which ones they’ve left behind.
Keeping it simple
Moms have always been busy, but today, many mothers hold down a full-time job while balancing family and relationships. A simple, healthy, hearty breakfast has always been the way to go, and Robin Kramer, writer of “mommy blog” pinkdryerlint.blogspot.com agrees. She saves the big breakfasts of waffles and eggs for the weekends.
“Growing up I never had distinct breakfast traditions — a bowl of cereal, a splash of milk, a spoon and within five minutes we were up and running. We’re much the same in our household now.” – Robin Kramer
A little ethnic flair
Americans come from all different cultures and backgrounds, which makes it all the easier to add unique flavors and flair into breakfast meals. Though, when we think of breakfast, some very specific images come to mind. Stefania Pomponi Butler, otherwise known as CityMama, likes to mix her Asian, Hawaiian and Italian backgrounds with American traditions.
“I grew up in Hawaii with a Korean-American mother and an Italian father so I have some breakfast traditions that are definitely unique to my upbringing. The first is that my kids’ favorite breakfast is a Hawaiian staple referred to by locals as “shoyu, eggs, and rice.” You take a bowl of hot rice, top it with a sunny-side up egg, and drizzle a little soy sauce (or oyster sauce) over all. Mash it up with a spoon and devour it.” – Stefania Pomponi Butler
Ideally, you and your kids would have a healthy, nutrient-rich breakfast every day, but every once in awhile, it’s fun to indulge. Mishelle Lane, a.k.a. Secret Agent Mama, shares her favorite breakfast indulgence memory, which she has passed on to her own children – Nutella and toast.
“I remember going over to Fort Erie, Ontario, from Buffalo, NY, with my mother and grandmother to get jars of the creamy goodness from this little Italian bakery. I even remember the glass jars it came in, because my father would save them to store nuts, bolts, washers, nails, and screws. Now, as a mother of four, I buy Nutella for them once a month. They love it, and I love watching them eat it, as it usually produces chocolate toast marks on their cheeks—perfect photo opportunity!” – Mishelle Lane