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By Mr Breakfast When President Woodrow Wilson made Mother's Day a national holiday in 1914, he could not have foreseen how strongly it would become associated with breakfast and brunch. Is it that everyone loves mothers and everyone loves breakfast? Or is it that mothers love breakfast? Whatever the reason, the second Sunday in May has become the most popular day of the year to dine out. It's the only day where hard-working moms have a fighting chance at breakfast in bed. Telephone companies record their highest traffic as kids away from home call their mothers -- presumably to discuss breakfast. Mr Breakfast would like to wish every mother and grandmother a happy Mother's Day.
For Kids And Husbands (Remember kids: always have an adult help you when using the stuff in the kitchen.)
Find A Great Restaurant To Take Mom Out For Breakfast
A Poem By Mr Breakfast When God created mothers I'm sure he must have said, "Let's make them just like breakfast... My favorite daily bread (meal)." "Let's have them help the children grow and start their days with caring. Heavens Son! What a wonderful smell! What meal are you preparing?" Jesus, in His chef's chappo, appeared as from a comet. In his hand, a splendid dish... "A thing I call an omelette." "It's fluffy on the outside (said Jesus) A treat for nose and eye But what I think You'll like the most is the beauty that's inside." "A treasure of suprises (said Jesus) In this case, ham and cheese and a pinch of love and tenderness like all Our recipes." God thus raised His magic fork and gave the dish a try, "Mmm mmm good indeed," He moaned, "To this I say... Bullseye!" "These mothers I'm creating... This is now my will... with wonderful suprises they too shall all be filled!" "To start the day a loving way (God went on to say) shall be their tender aim. So it shall be written. So I have proclaimed. So it was from that day on mothers got their start the omelettes of our breakfast in the breakfasts of our heart.
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