I love breakfast. I love everything about it; the quiet morning, the taste, the food possibilities (eggs, muffins, bagels and cream cheese, cream of wheat and sometimes even apple pie), the coffee (ah, the coffee), and the idea that you are starting again. Ahead of you exists a new day, a new chance, a new adventure. I love making breakfast too. The first thing I ask when the kids come home for a visit is, “What do you want for breakfast tomorrow?” They choose their favorites (I really don’t need to ask.). It could be cinnamon rolls, or banana muffins, or corn muffins with real corn. In the fall it might be pumpkin muffins with scrambled eggs and bacon. I get up early, stir the batter, start up the oven, and as soon as I hear footsteps upstairs, I put the muffins or biscuits in the oven so that the smell fills the house. This is the way I remember waking up on the weekends as a child. This is now a memory that I have shared with my girls since they were born. And now, as I’m preparing biscuits and warming the oven so that the wonderful smell of breakfast fills the air when my daughter wakes up, I have the added pleasure of blogging about it. What could be better than biscuits and blogs?