I’m in jury duty today, which means sitting in a big room full of strangers (“my peers”, according to our legal process). This gives me a chance to see how far I can push my iPhone’s capabilities, including a short blog post.
I left the house too early and too quickly to stop and eat breakfast today, but since I had a bit of time between my last teleconference and checking in for jury duty, I stopped for a breakfast taco and a Cuban coffee at the El Rey taqueria next to the courthouse. I sat next to a group of cadets (?) from the Univ. of Houston meeting up for a quick bite, and watched a number of other people, alone or in groups, gathering themselves for the day ahead.
My question to you is this: What is breakfast to you? Is it a social time to catch up with friends and coworkers before work? Family time to touch base before school, jobs, housework? Private time to wake up and recenter yourself before facing the day? Or is it an afterthought, a quick bagel and cup of coffee eaten in the car or at your desk?
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Breakfast is the thing my stomach forces me to do, with ensuing lightheadedness and crankiness if I don’t listen.
I don’t usually eat breakfast. I know it’s the most important meal of the day, blah blah, but it also makes my blood sugar drop earlier in the day than it does if I don’t eat any, or just have a breakfast-snacklet (like yogurt). So when I do, it is a luxury, usually taken in late morning after sleeping in and lazily cozying up to cool sheets for an hour or so afterwards. It’s a chance for me to extend my quiet morning and enjoy some fresh food.
Unless I have guests. Then it’s a little busier. We did a Christmas morning brunch last year at my house, so it was a little less quiet and reflective, but still cozy and enjoyable.
I eat breakfast at my desk. And not as an afterthought, I plan it that way because I know I’ll forget it at home. I bring instant oatmeal to work and it stays there and I have one every morning. refocuses, recenters me.
Being able to make a real breakfast every day was one of the factors in my “quit my day job and go back to freelancing” equation.
I love breakfast. By which I mean I love breakfast foods, and can eat them for any meal. But I also mean that I love starting the morning with a good breakfast and a good coffee. If I’m too tired to make it myself, I love walking to my local coffee house for a cappuccino and bagel. Or I’ll try to remember to keep some slow cooker oatmeal around so I have some to reheat for a fast, but good breakfast. But most mornings I make myself a decent breakfast and sit in my big comfy chair, watching something on TV while I eat it. Or on a REALLY slow day, I might read a magazine or the newspaper while I eat it. And I love meeting people for breakfast (or normally brunch) on the weekends, to discuss fun things while eating eggs and sipping coffee.
I think breakfast is one of the best things in the world. And when my life is too busy to really sit and enjoy it, I don’t feel 100% myself.
Breakfast is necessary.. It is also necessary to have a (physical) newspaper, if only for the purpose of complaining about the dearth of anything substantive in the local rag. It is necessary that there be food and caffeine and NO CONVERSATION. The primary reason that Phil and I are still married is that we don’t speak in the morning.
This is probably my favorite reply of all time.
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