Pie for Breakfast

Today we ate apple pie for breakfast. There just wasn’t time to eat it last night, after our second Thanksgiving. By the time we finished mashed potatoes, turkey, gravy, stuffing, cranberry, yams, and squash, everyone was full. The kids had already gone back for thirds and fourths, and Mom and Dad were stuffed from two heaping plates each.

This morning we came down and thought about breakfast. I saw that unopened apple pie on the counter. I said to my husband, “I want to eat pie for breakfast.” “Go ahead,” he said. “No,” I said. “It would be a bad example for the kids.” So I asked the kids, “do you want eggs?” “No” they say. “Toast?” “No.” “What do you want?” No answer.

“We’re having pie,” I said. “Yay,” they proclaimed. Smiling kids came running to the table. We sat down and cut 4 slices from the pie and ate them. Then two more slices each. “There’s one slice left for dad,” my oldest announced. Dad was not even ready to think about eating again after last night. Or maybe he is not a fan of pie for breakfast. “Ok, I’ll have it later,” he says.

I think we will start a new tradition; we should do this every year. Thanksgiving dinner is so good, that we don’t always have room for the pie. That’s a very good reason to have pie for breakfast.