Write a story or poem based on the word “breakfast”
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Lady Jabberwocky
Prompt of the Week: Most Important Meal of the Day
Write a story or poem based on the word “breakfast”
Write your response in the comments below. Best entry gets a shout out next week!
Write with Heart,
Lady Jabberwocky
Lady Jabberwocky 
Morning wake hungry
After evening ravishing
Ready for breakfast
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Grandmother’s breakfasts were always grand.
She rose at 4 AM to make the morning meal. Flour, buttermilk, butter and love, kneaded into soft little pillows of white, ready to bake. Pork chops or chicken, battered and ready to be fried. A little bowl of fresh berries, sliced up and macerating, just for me.
Into the oven goes the biscuits, puffing up and turning golden. The bacon grease pops on the stove, frying up the meat. A little more grease goes in another pan to cook up the eggs, while another scoop into the pot to make up the white pepper gravy. The smell of fresh country cooking fills their little two-bedroom home.
Mom slices up a tomato, picked from grandmother’s garden yesterday. As everything cooks, mom has me set the table for six. There are only five of us, but you never know when one of my uncles might swing by. She and mom plate up all of the food and we set it on the table. Mom leaves the kitchen to get pop and grandfather to eat.
We all sit down for morning breakfast and enjoy the feast Grandmother made just for us. Such are the memories of childhood visiting the Appalachians.
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The perfect breakfast poem has already been written.
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