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The Art of the Special Breakfast

By Anna Stockwell

I think it was my cousin's family who coined the term "special breakfast," which quickly became shorthanded down to "SB." Sunday mornings were SB days: too many plates crowding the table, all of us in our PJ's, lingering around until well past noon. Those were some of my favorite meals growing up: We worked our way through a rotating schedule of pancakes, waffles, crepes, and homemade pastries, always served along with yogurt, fruit, piles of bacon, eggs, tea, hot chocolate, juice, toast, jam, butter—the works. Keep reading »

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