By Grant McGee: CNJ columnist
It was another Saturday morning, another morning of venturing forth out onto the High Plains in search of great yard sales.
I was hungry so I sank a knife into the big pan of brownies The Lady of the House had baked the day before.
“What are you doing?”said a voice from behind. It was The Lady of the House.
“Having a brownie,” I said.
“Sure,” I said.
“Brownies for breakfast?” she repeated.
“Why not?” I asked. “With a big glass of milk it’s a complete meal.”
“No,” said The Lady of the House. “They’re full of sugar.”
“But there’s eggs and flour and milk in them,” I pointed out.
“And sugar and chocolate chips; it’s like eating candy,” she insisted.
“But I want something sweet for breakfast,” I complained.
“We have granola bars. They’re a lot healthier for you,” she said.
“But they’re not chocolate,” I whined.
“The granola bars have nuts and raisins in them. They’re good for you,” said The Lady of the House as she sat down to read her newspaper.
So I ended up having the granola bars with my big glass of milk. They were especially good once I warmed them up in the microwave. And let that big dollop of butter melt in.
I was well fed and happy and we were off on our yard sale-ing adventure. I have a deal with The Lady of the House; as long as she keeps me well fed and rested I’ll follow her anywhere.
The next day I walked into the kitchen to find The Lady of the House putting a perfectly cut hunk of brownie on a plate.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
She looked me straight in the eye and said, “I’m having a brownie for breakfast.”
“What a wonderful idea,” I laughed.