It’s early in the morning, I’m in my favorite fleece zip-up onesie and my bedhead is epic. I feel excited because today isn’t a regular day…I’m at Nana’s house! I can hear her bustling and clanging in the kitchen and I realize the smell of sizzling bacon is what woke me up. There’s nothing like breakfast at Nana’s house. In the kitchen, there’s a just-my-size juice glass and a whole array of juices, some I’ve never even heard of before! Strawberry papaya! What’s a guava? It doesn’t matter, because in the just-my-size glass, anything tastes delicious.
As a mom, one of the main things I think about besides keeping these kids safe are the childhood memories they’ll take with them to adulthood. I know the big things will be there: the first trip to Disney World, beach trips with their cousins, and countless days on the lake, but I want the everyday life memories in there too: the movie nights on the couch, the family game nights and the Sunday morning breakfasts. So that’s what we prioritize. Friday nights are for family movies, once a month we have Family Game Night and Sunday mornings are for special breakfasts, just like the ones I used to have at Nana’s house.
Sunday breakfasts are all about traditional, comfort food. They’re for sleepy kids in pajamas, a second cup of coffee, and probably some bickering about who gets to help with which job. Cartoons are on in the background, and we don’t have anywhere to be right now. These are the memories I hope they’ll treasure the most: the ones with the simple pleasures. Everyone is together, the house is cozy and it smells like sausage sizzling.
When we started this Sunday ritual, I went hard. I found creative recipes on Pinterest that required tons of random ingredients and took hours to perfect. I wanted the memories, but none of us were enjoying the process. One morning, my middle kid, who was only five at the time, looked at me and said “can’t we just have cereal today?” It was the wake-up call I needed. The process was supposed to be part of the memory and instead it was ruining the whole thing. That’s when we found Pioneer. They have ready-made mixes for all of our favorite breakfasts: pancakes, waffles, and most importantly biscuits and gravy. As the kids get older, they can technically make these by themselves, but that’s not what Sundays are for.
We’re all snuggled in bed together. The youngest just woke up and stumbled in wearing his favorite fleece zip-up onesie with the most epic bedhead. As soon as he gets comfortable, the older two bolt out of bed with giant grins. “IT’S SUNDAY BREAKFAST TIME” they yell. They all three thunder down the stairs and I can hear their excited shouts as they open the pantry and discover that this week I bought their favorite Pioneer mixes: Buttermilk Biscuits and Country Gravy.
We did it. We built a memory.
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Biscuits and Gravy just like Nana made: