Saturday morning breakfast at my in-laws house is always an event to look forward to. The concept of family breakfast is relatively new to me: growing up with my family in America, breakfast was always sort of a fend-for-yourself milk and cereal affair. Here in Germany it's a completely different story. Saturday Breakfasts happen late: 10:30 or 11:00, giving us enough time to sleep in, mosey around in our pajamas for a while and then head over to the bakery to pick up freshly baked rolls.
I have to say, when it comes to bread: Germany 1, America 0.
We had a lot of fun this past weekend at Steven's Parents, and I must say the family breakfast was a highlight. Steven is one of five, three of which are married (I'm the third spouse! Hurrah!) and his older siblings have kids of their own. That means that thirteen people crowded around a table just big enough for all of us (we check our need for personal space at the door) and spent two hours sitting and talking together over fresh rolls, blueberry pancakes, eggs, and the most amazing freshly squeezed juice made from apples, oranges, carrots, grapes and kiwis. Everything was delicious and I had the best time. I am really grateful to have such an incredible family so near to me.
What about you? Are breakfasts a big deal or do you just grab it and go?