Lynch Breakfast Special

I get into ruts with breakfast.  I find something fast and somewhat healthy and filling and then I eat that for months, get tired of it and have to find something else.  And I have decided that maybe I needed to eat more at breakfast so I wouldn't be so hungry by 10:30.

If only I liked eggs...they are so good for you, have protein and are quick, cheap and easy.  I only like eggs in brownie, cookie or cake batter.  I have tried to like them, but it's just not in me to eat them and honestly I cannot stand the smell.  I truly wish I did.

So I have moved on to my latest breakfast combo - either a couple pieces of bacon or a container of Greek yogurt (for protein) and a bowl of Honeynut Cheerios with almond milk and sliced-up bananas.  It is quite filling and tasty.  I am changing it up here and there depending on whether I have bacon or yogurt in the fridge.

I have noticed that I am not as hungry mid-morning and can almost make it to lunchtime without a snack...almost.

The cool part - every morning as I slice up my banana, smell the Cheerios and pour the milk, I think of my grandparents, Scottie & Margaret.  They ate Cheerios with bananas a LOT - maybe not as much as jello with fruit, but almost.  I can picture us sitting in their kitchen up in Mazon having cereal.

Sometimes I think my kids will miss out just a little bit on having to travel to their grandparent's house because that made it even more special.  I know they reap many benefits from having both sets of grandparents here local, but it was sort of exciting to pack up and head north to Mazon to visit Grandma & Grandpa Lynch. I'm sure as I got older, I may have complained about it (who me?), but I know when I was younger, I loved it.

Isn't it great how the oddest things can cause a memory to surface?  Sometimes it's a certain scent, sometimes it's a song, but sometimes it's simply the Lynch breakfast special...

Cigar Box Treasures

My mother was cleaning her closets and came upon a small, old cigar box.  And look what she found - a treasure.

Assortment of DPN's

I know, how awesome is that?  She said to me, "I have this box of needles, but you probably already have the needles and don't need them." Mother, good heavens, no.  Knitters always NEED more needles.  Now, six months ago, I could've saved a good chunk of moola if this treasure trove had been discovered sooner, but I'm delighted nonetheless.  I immediately used some of the #7 DPN's (ha, that is knitter lingo) on a hat I was making.


As I have told you, my Grandma Lynch was a knitter.  She didn't go many places without her knitting bag and whatever project she was currently working on.  I so wish she were alive and well and could visit the Yarn Studio with me.  I think she would be in awe of the beautiful yarns on display.  I'm a yarn snob now, so I've been told.  I simply cannot bear to knit with cheap yarn.  I don't like the feel of it on my fingers, I don't like the way it knits, I don't always like the finished product, etc.  I don't think Grandma had access to all these fancy yarns.

The Yarn Studio gal tells me I'm a naturalist - I prefer the natural fibers.  Hmm, I don't know why, but that made me feel kind of cool.  And in the past when I thought of a naturalist, I imagined people running around naked, eating berries and gnawing on roots.  Please don't misinterpret my words - I'm not that kind of naturalist.

Mom thought she had gotten rid of most of grandma's knitting supplies a long time ago.  I'm sure we were all asked if we wanted anything, and I'm sure that at least I said no, as in no way, I'm never going to knit.  Ha. You know the saying, Never say never.

Lane was digging through the box and its contents (unimpressed by the assortment of DPN's) and found a matchbook from my Grandma & Grandpa Lynch's 50th wedding anniversary party.  He picks it up and asks what it is, I tell him and then he says, "Are they real matches?  I mean, do they really work?"  Funny.  Yes, they sure do.  And of course, he struck one immediately.  He can hardly resist a fire.

Okay,  now back to something that I was reminded of by the first main paragraph.  If I ever became a famous knitter (shush - it could happen, you know), I would like my stuff to be under the name of Neadmore Knitting.  Ha!  Do you get it?  If you're not a local, you may not realize that I live near the old Neadmore grocery store.  I thought that was super clever and a wonderful play on words or pun or whatever.  You know...Everyone needs more knitting!