I know, you’re surprised
I don’t know why I remember things like this sometimes.
One day when I was 10 or 12 my parents decided that I wasn’t getting enough protein with breakfast. I asked how I could get more protein. If they were so adamant about this, they should be able to come up with some things that were high in protein. Milk, yogurt, peanut butter, steak…
Wait…steak? I know it has plenty of protein, but breakfast?
And so my mom made me steak for breakfast everyday for a few weeks in 1992ish.
I had an odd childhood. I know: you’re surprised.
July 19th, 2008 at 7:31 pm
Sweet. I may need to look into upping my protein intake.
After the few weeks elapsed did she just figure you had gotten enough protein to tide you over for awhile or what?
July 19th, 2008 at 7:39 pm
Upon reflection, I probably do this kind of stuff with my kids without even realizing it. It’s easy to do: parents worry about their kids but it’s generally a series of rotating worries. After a while, you stop worrying about something you used to worry about and you start worrying about something new. Repeat process until you die or go senile.