My mom is not a morning person. We had a rule in the house growing up that we were not allowed to make noise until she stirred. Particularly on the weekends. Especially on the weekends. That was Mom’s time to sleep in, no need to get up and get us to school or herself to work.
Obviously, my sisters and I being small children, we failed. Miserably. All the time. Mom would be forced to wake up early, unhappily dealing with the three of us. And our empty stomachs.
In addition to Mom’s rule about weekend morning silence, she also had a rule about weekend breakfasts. Well, not entirely relegated to weekends. School delays, bank holidays, birthdays, it applied to them all.
The rule? Make a cup of Café Vienna instant coffee and a fresh pan of cinnamon rolls. Eat them warm, then cold, then the next day. Spread a little extra canned cream cheese frosting on them. Repeat until gone.
This rule was easy to follow because my mom has kept a tube (or 3) of cinnamon roll dough in the veggie crisper of our fridge for as long as I can remember. The good kind too, with the icing in the jar, not the squeeze pack.