Here is an idea for you, Jimswife!! My late husband did not eat breakfast....at least not at breakfast time. His idea was that you get up, do whatever for four or five hours, and then have a HUGE breakfast. That was OK at home since I could get my own, but travelling?
We would leave the hotel, get in the car (this was before everyplace had some kind of "breakfast"), and start driving. About 30 minutes later I would ask, sweetly, if we could stop for breakfast. He would announce that HE wasn't hungry yet.
By now I am hypoglycemic and MAD. So, I would announce that I was going to open the car door and get out...at 65 mph. We usually stopped soon!!
SA
