It really is true, that when you can’t have something, that’s when you want it most. That’s me and pancakes. I’ve never been a huge sweet breakfast fan. I know I’ve written in the past about my weekly Saturday pancake breakfasts growing up, which resulted in boycotting pancakes for years. Then, when I finally had the ability to stomach them again, I found I didn’t really need them. Savory eggs with bacon and potatoes became my breakfast of choice. For years I would occasionally order pancakes at brunch–the menu description just sounded so tempting–eat a bit and be done. Too much sweet.
Regardless of whether it’s an elaborate three course brunch or a quick breakfast after tearing open what Santa brought, almost everyone enjoys having Christmas morning breakfast as a family. When I was really young, my brother and I used to get up at the crack of dawn, pull everything out of our stockings, then place it exactly back how it was so no one would ever know. Then we tackled the wrapped presents, inspecting and shaking to try and figure out what was inside. When my parents FINALLY woke up (it felt like hours later…) presents always came before breakfast. After we exhausted the present opening and got bored with out new toys, my mom would usually make us all Eggs Benedict or Pancakes.
Sandy might have left New York City, but it left plenty for us to remember. My husband and I were extremely lucky. We never lost power. Bay Ridge sustained minimal damage, at least where we are, away from the shore. Once the winds die down and its been deemed safe, I’m anxious to explore the waterfront. I saw plenty of photos from yesterday morning, when things were still fairly calm, and our pier and promenade were already underwater. I can only imagine it got worse. But the city is hurting. Our transit system is still down, many homes and offices still without power until who knows when. It will take a while for NYC to feel whole again.