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Breakfast in Australia (w/ nod to Supertramp)

The topic for today's first post came to me while preparing Henry’s breakfast this morning (and helping him eat it), I got to thinking about a topic that has crossed my mind on other accessions in the past, and has yet to be satisfactorily resolved. What do people feed their kiddies for breakfast in other cultures?

Now, Henry probably has the stereotypical Australian breakfast:
  • Two Weet-bix (albeit with rice milk);
  • Toast liberally smeared with Vegemite;
  • Water;
  • A little bit of the raspberry cake that I made yesterday. This was a reward for being a good boy this morning, and not standard practice.

I might be wrong, but I have in my mind convoluted ideas about French kiddies gnawing croissants and fancy pastries; Sami kiddies tearing at dried reindeer; Mexican kiddies scoffing breakfast burritos; German kiddies nibbling on cold meats and boiled eggs; Inuit kiddies gulping down seal; Indian kiddies eating daal and naan; Kenyan kiddies chowing down on some sort of maize porridge; Swedish kiddies slurping down jellied eel; Chinese kiddies chomping chicken chow mien; American kiddies on the Cheerios washed down with fizzy cola; Japanese kiddies eating free willy nori rolls.

Alright, I may have got carried away with those last three, but the question remains. What do kiddies 'elsewhere' eat from their brekky? I'm a little ashamed at my ignorance, but would hate to think that the whole world sees littlies sitting down in front of a bowl of cornflakes or porridge. There's a sense of romance in 'what people in other places' do, but I'd dearly love to know. So if you're from somewhere other than Australia, and have kiddies, or at some point were yourself a kiddie, please let me know: what is for breakfast where you're from?
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Benjamin Madison said…
Canadian children all eat Kraft Dinner (macaroni and cheese) drenched in maple syrup.
30 March 2008 at 15:55
Kris McCracken said…
I was always very dubious as to the concept of 'candied bacon' on sweet pancakes and maple syrup. Yet when I tried it I was amazed at how it all worked together so well (if somewhat sweet for my taste).

Macaroni cheese and maple syrup may be a bridge too far for this little back duck, however!
30 March 2008 at 17:13
Neva said…
I was fascinated by this post....I guess I never considered what others might eat. When my kids were small(they are grown now) standard breakfast would have been:
oatmeal with or without raisins and milk....kids preference....
orange juice and or milk depending on previous choice with oatmeal.
A different day:
scrambled eggs with toast and milk
another morning:
cheerios and milk with juice
another choice:
pancakes or frenchtoast and juice/milk
bagels and cream cheese as they got older
Hope that helps!
30 March 2008 at 17:27
Kris McCracken said…
Neva, that doesn't sound too different from my experience, although I wish I had someone to make me french toast or scrambled eggs!

I generally get by with Vegemite on toast and a tub of yogurt.

We do manage to have pancakes now and again, however.
30 March 2008 at 20:29
Ineke said…
My kids eat bread either toasted with ham and cheese (or bacon) or plain. They have to eat something "healthy" on it before they can go about with sweets/marmelade/chocolate stuff. Also cereals, rice crackers or things like that. We hardly ever eat cooked breakfast and that would be a birthday (or Sunday) treat.
30 March 2008 at 21:56
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