Is having breakfast for supper a Southern thing?
Last night I decided that I wanted breakfast for supper. Okay, maybe recalling that IHOP has those cheesecake stacker pancakes right now had something to do with it. The other factor - if one needs more than the idea of cheesecake as an incentive - was that at suppertime we could get into IHOP. You've got to remember that the family Graham resides in Myrtle Beach which is a tourist town.
Tourists, God love 'em, come down on vacation talking a good game. You'll hear them in line at the grocery store or passing by at the mall talking about how stupid folks are to travel to somewhere different and still eat at the chain restaurants. Like I said, they talk a good game. Anybody who lives in Myrtle and has tried to get into an Olive Garden for supper or an IHOP for breakfast knows that it's all talk. Locals will drive up to those places, see the throngs crowding around, and leave and go somewhere else.
So there was a stroke of genius in my madness last night. It occurred to me that maybe breakfast for supper was a Southern thing and maybe IHOP wouldn't be crowded. And EUREKA!! Once in a great while - I'm right. It was so not crowded that my kids, seeing the nearly empty parking lot, wondered if it was open. But it was and not only did I get my cheesecake stackers (strawberry), but we were seated in a nearly empty section that allowed the family to have a loud and raucous debate. (Apologies to the one smart diner - a single man - who decided to leave and likely swore off the ideas of marriage and children for life.)
Mr. Quack brought up a debate we'd been having at home as he is in the throes of designing the man tittie cover for the serialization of my WIP, a regency historical. He doesn't get my reference to "Eden Without The Apple." He's also convinced that readers wouldn't get it either and would be confused by theological implications. I replied that women drawn in by man titties wouldn't be thinking about the Bible at the time.