People are always asking Mean Pete what he eats for breakfast. Awaiting Mean Pete's answer, they sort of wince and turn away, as though they expect him to say he dines on the children he traps in the ravine by his house.
Shame on them to think such a thing. Mean Pete doesn't eat the little ones. He feeds 'em to his dogs! Hah!
Anyway, Mean Pete's favorite breakfast is a very simple one, and his own recipe.
MEAN PETE'S MEAN AN' NASTY BREAKFAST
(though about the only thing mean an' nasty about it is that Pete himself makes it and eats it)
(For six medium sized griddle cakes)
A cup or so of whole Wheat flour
handful of oats
Lots of crushed walnuts
pinch of salt
two pinches of baking soda
a couple of big plops of yogurt
two dribbles of honey
Then you just need a couple of eggs sunny-side up, some good old-fashioned maple syrup, enough butter to give your cardiologist a panic attack, and a glass of milk. I'd have added a couple of Boulder brats but I had three last night for supper and I gotta stay in trim so I can fight Apaches.
(And by the way, my next Lou Prophet tale will be out tomorrow...)