I LOVE breakfast. I wake up hungry. No... starving. My husband thinks I'm crazy. He would not even dream of eating breakfast before 10 am, but then technically, it's not even breakfast, it's brunch. My ten year old son takes after me. He is so concerned with the meal the following morning, that he asks me nightly, what I'll be preparing for the morning's menu. "Good night, Mom. I love yo... hey, what are you making for breakfast tomorrow?" My five year old has it the worst. She breaks down into a flood of tears if she does not eat within the first ten minutes of her morning. I now resort to giving her a cup of dried cereal, while I prepare breakfast. This morning I made German Pancakes. I don't know if the recipe is German or not. When I was growing up, we called it called Dutch Shoes. It doesn't look German or taste shoe-ish. It's just good... Directions for German Pancakes, or Dutch Shoes, or whatever name you make up