Champagne Holiday Toasts and the Breakfast Club

Once we were thirty-something unmarried professionals who had signed on for sun and surf as members of the Breakfast Club beachhouse in Rehoboth DE. Every weekend we raced each other from ninety miles away in Wilmington, Delaware to arrive early enough to score a bed in the girls’ and boys’ dorms nestled under the roof on the second floor of the rambling beachhouse. More than twenty of us shared that house from summer to summer and through many years as housemates, we developed lifelong friendships, most of which began in the kitchen. Beverley, who did a little catering on the... Read more →