When I was a little kid, growing up in Poland we didn’t have cheerios for breakfast. Corn flakes were hardly ever available. We usually ate open face sandwiches of some kind. Sometimes we had oatmeal or semolina with hot milk, which I hated. Eggs were on the menu as well. Usually scrambled or soft boiled. The soft boiled egg is the most sentimental memory of my childhood breakfast. Perhaps because its eating involved using a special, little egg holder cup. In that time of scarcity little things like that m... czytaj dalej...