My Mom was a breakfast person.  We never left for school without breakfast.  A lot of mornings I would reply, “I am not hungary.”  Her reply would be “that is fine but you will have a cup of hot coffee or chocolate.”  Our normal breakfast was a piece of toast, one egg, one piece of bacon or sausage, and boiling hot chocolate or boiling hot coffee.  If we did  not want our normal breakfast, then we would have to have an egg in our boiling coffee or chocolate milk.  She would take the egg, one teaspoon of sugar, a little cream,  beat it, and then pour the boiling coffee or milk into the beaten egg which cooked the egg.  It tasted like a milk shake.   Thanks Mom, for looking out for  us.

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