By Edward Master
I firmly believe I could eat breakfast three times per day, at least breakfast food three times per day. I’ve never been an early riser, at least until I lived at Parker Personal Care. Here I get up around seven A.M. with an early pill.
My obsession for breakfast food didn’t start at home though. I’m guessing the drive for breakfast food started with late-night party recovery at the Modern Diner in Clarion. Located a bit east on Main Street in the county seat, the M-D served as a gathering spot for recovering party goers, especially from Clarion State College (back then as it was called).
To be truthful, however, my mother did offer, on occasion, the pancake or waffle supper. About the only breakfast food I don’t eat is corned beef hash. I’m not a corned beef fan. I don’t eat the reuben either. My wife was the Irish person on St. Patrick’s Day with corned beef and cabbage. I stuck to green beer.
I was not much of a visitor to Chandler Dining Hall (at CSC) for morning repast with eight o’clock classes either. I did the sporadic get up and go. So, I eventually followed my friends from Phi Sig days to the M-D like everyone else.
I became a scrapple eater when I moved east to Kutztown, and followed up to Angelo’s Diner in Glassboro, NJ. Oddly enough, my Grandpa Master was the scrapple eater when I was a youngster. My wife and I became “breakfast people” in Glassboro, eating at Angelo’s or P-B’s eateries. At Angelo’s I became a big fan of chipped beef on potatoes, which, according to US Navy personnel was something on a shingle, and so those ex-servicemen didn’t partake in that food outside in the real world.
I don’t have any “favorite” foods for breakfast. I vary my routine with cereal eggs, bacon, sausage, waffles, pancakes, and toast. The only strange thing I do, or maybe it’s just a different thing I do, is I’ll put some oatmeal on a piece of toast every so often. I’m not sure from where I got that, but I got it and I do it.
I also enjoy all the versions of breakfast sandwiches with and without muffins. The McMuffin wasn’t invented when I was in college, so I had to wait for that delicacy until later in life. It later became a staple.
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