Sunday morning is for carbs. There, I said it! I think I may be a carb addict. Especially when it comes to waffles and pancakes. I love them. I could eat them not only for breakfast, but also for breakfast lunch and dinner. Maybe that’s why I have developed diabetes. This didn’t just start - Sunday breakfasts have meant carbs for as long as I can remember.
When I was young, my mom would go out to the Village Bakery on Sunday mornings to pick up donuts. She would buy enough for each person in our family to have one. She knew what each of us would prefer. For my brother Tony, a jelly donut and for my dad, a French cruller. I always got a crumb bun or an apple danish. I think Suzy liked the jelly donuts also, but I don’t remember. I do remember how much I looked forward to Sunday morning and those special sugary treats.
As I grew up, my Sunday breakfasts changed based on where I was and who I was living with. My children loved chocolate pancakes and then went through a stage of bagel and egg sandwiches. Then we got a waffle iron and, as far as I’m concerned, waffles were high on the request list.
There were the years that I babysat my nieces. It wasn’t just Sunday, both weekend days would call for waffles. I’m still hooked, although I am trying to be better. Today’s pancakes had added chia and flax and were served with turkey sausage for the protein. A quick check of my sugar afterwards indicated that I might be on the right track! I think I might just be able to do this diabetes thing!
