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.