The only time that I’ve had the luxury of getting breakfast in bed was when my husband and children used to serve me breakfast in bed on Mothers’ Day. A hundred-year-old cookbook suggests serving breakfast in bed to houseguests. I think that any of my friends or relatives who are overnight guests would be shocked if I served them breakfast in bed. Maybe this is one of the things that has changed over the years.
I can’t even imagine. As a child, I sometimes was offered a meal on a tray if I was ill, but otherwise? No, thank you. I can’t imagine anything less pleasant than breakfast in bed. I’d not refuse a cup of coffee, but otherwise? I want to be up and dressed before I eat!
I told my children they would be torturing me if they brought me breakfast in bed. Might as well be breakfast in bread, with the ensuing crumbs. My sister-in-law, right next door, ADORED breakfast in bed. She was welcome to it. I would rather cook breakfast for six people than be forced to eat in bed.