To make a long story short, our family suffered a terrible tragedy in 2015. We lost a beautiful baby boy named Leo and it shattered me. Everything seemed to change as we processed our grief: Some we recognized right off the bat while others took months to recognize. One of those things was the way our family approached food.


So, we decided to kick off the family breakfast project — and it had a huge impact on our family. Some mornings we were more successful than others, but we always made an effort. Most mornings didn’t include elaborate displays of smoothie bowls or challah French toast, but the goal was simply to break bread together as a family before we all went our separate directions. Things like scrambled eggs with toast and cereal with fruit were a lot more common. But what this exercise taught me was that what we were eating was actually far less important that what we were doing.



