My earliest memories of breakfast were of a fried, basted egg with overcooked edges, a slice of bacon or sausage patty, broiler toast, a glass of orange juice, and a glass of milk. Mom never turned the eggs over. You might be asking what broiler toast was. It was toast made in the broiler. One side was brown like normal toast, but the other side had a sun on it. The sun was made by my mom smearing a slice of butter on it before it was put in the oven, but she never made it to the edges of the bread. The edges were dark brown and the center sunk down where she started applying the butter. Scrambled eggs were rare. Other breakfasts were oatmeal or cream of wheat with butter and sugar instead of the egg, but with the rest of the meal. I didn't like oatmeal, but would eat it after crumbling the bacon or sausage and the toast in it. While most used the milk on the oatmeal, I never did, preferring to drink it. Cream of wheat was an adventure. There were lumps in it. Mom couldn't make it without a bunch of them. While most people hated them and would put them aside, I loved them. Being chewy, they made the dull cereal an adventure. Cold cereal was around, but although they tasted good, they were never as filling as the other breakfasts. As I got older, oatmeal started tasting good with just the sugar and butter. Besides, crumbling all that stuff in the bowl in a college dining hall, wouldn't be too cool. Now a days, if I have eggs for breakfast, they're scrambled in a burrito with bacon and cheese. There are bagels now. We'd never heard of a bagel when I was growing up. Biscuits are around, but I use a mix with some alterations. The tube biscuits of childhood just don't make it. Oatmeal may have a little cinnamon added, but is mostly plain. Cream of wheat is seldom an adventure, I'm proud to say, that with a lot of stirring, there are fewer lumps and they're small. Cold cereal is seldom around because it takes too much milk. I guess I've come a long way since broiler toast.