Breakfast. The most important meal of the day.
This morning, though, I’m not really hungry. But if I was really hungry, what would I eat?
This is the question that has plagued me for thousands of years, “What do I want for breakfast?” I never have a definitive answer to that question.
Judy never has a problem deciding how to start her nutritional day. And she is creative and unafraid to explore new culinary possibilities.
For example, this morning I slowly maneuvered my way into the kitchen, drawn by an odor of which I had not previously been aware, only to spy a frying pan hosting an egg and something I never would have imagined – two halves of a banana nut muffin cut, not top to bottom, but across the center, with the “ragged” sides buttered up and facing down to the hot pan.
Soon the naked surfaces of the muffin had sufficiently toasted. She then gently slapped the egg between the two halves, wrapped it into a napkin, stuck it into a bowl, gathered up her many purses and went out the door headed to work.
Do people really do that? I honestly don’t know, but Judy did.
This left me alone to contemplate my own breakfast needs, wants and desires. What do I want for breakfast? What shall I make? How shall I make it? As mentioned above, I’m not really hungry, and… and… and…
I think I have just had an epiphany!
I just realized that…
The amount of effort one is willing to expend in the preparation of breakfast is directly proportional to the amount of hunger one is experiencing at that particular moment.
Hmmm… I should contemplate food more often…
Well, as excited as I am about my newfound life lesson, I’m still not hungry and, therefore, still not any closer to figuring out what to fix myself to Break my overnight Fast which, after all, is the whole purpose of breakfast in the first place.
So many options; so little ambition…
Hello there, Coffee Moron, here…
If you have ever wondered where coffee comes from, here’s a video which will give you an idea. (I chose this video because my beloved daughter does a lot of the ‘splainin’ in here…)
Take it away, Jennifer!
Finally, after 67 years, I have met my match in the kitchen. Out of respect for my friend’s family, I will not give his name.
How do I know that he is my culinary equal?
I’ll tell you…
Judy: “What did you guys have for dinner at the meeting tonight?”
J: “What’s that?”
B: “It’s frozen lasagna that you are supposed to cook for two hours at 350 degrees that you only cook for forty-five minutes in an oven that’s not turned on.”
And that, dear friends, is how I know that I have met my culinary equal.