In the blur of family and glittery lights and presents to open, Christmas morning breakfast sometimes gets overlooked – but it never did for me. Sure, presents were top priority, like any kid, but I also really, really looked forward to breakfast. Every year, my grandmother would bring a loaf of German sweet bread (not sweetbread!) called Stollen (Pronounced like stolen, but with a “shhhh” sound at the beginning) with her from New York and I would cut one thick slice after another, slather it with butter, and shove it down my gullet, usually leaving behind the bottom half, since it didn’t come with the bite of a thick layer of sugar that sat on top of the loaf. Seriously, it was a half-inch-tall sugar hat perched on top of the loaf. It was amazing.
Christmas was the one day of the year that I got to eat sweets for breakfast, and I’ll be damned if I didn’t take advantage of it….