I rarely eat breakfast. In Fact, the very idea of breakfast disgusts me. I vomit a little in my mouth when I see a pile of pancakes at 8 in the morning. That being said, when I visit the old folks, I seem to love breakfast. My father stares at me, mouth agape, as he watches me steam potatoes, soak wheat berries, trim parsley, and coddle eggs
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