I am a morning person.
That doesn’t mean that I’m up at the crack of dawn, but I do function better in the earlier hours than I do in the later. I’m much more willing to get up at 5:30 to start my day than I am to stay up past 11:00, for example, and, in my house, Mommy is the one who gets mornings going and Daddy is the one who tucks everyone in at night.
For all of that, I hate eating breakfast.
I love breakfast foods, mind you. Cereal, orange juice, muffins and pastries, toast and jam, oatmeal, bacon and scrambled eggs; I love them all - just not in the morning.
Up until I got pregnant with Punkin’ Pie, breakfast for me consisted of a glass of Ovaltine. That’s it, thank you very much. Then, my OB prescribed these horse-pill vitamins and, being the good mother that I already was, I took them like I was supposed to. They turned me green - me, who hates to puke and who was reveling in the fact that she didn’t suffer morning sickness - and I called the OB and complained. The nurse asked me if I was taking them with food and my answer, “does Ovaltine count as ‘food’?” was met with an order to start eating breakfast.
Meh.
I ate a decent breakfast regularly through my pregnancies and everyone turned out healthy and beautiful. Once my body was only sustaining me, though, I went back to the Ovaltine routine.
I will occasionally sit down to eat a breakfast; I eat a bowl of cereal on Sundays before teaching my step and yoga classes and I can sometimes be convinced to sit with the girls over a slice of toast while we wait for the bus. Really, though? I prefer to not. A glass of Ovaltine is really all I want to get me through to lunchtime, and “breakfast” is better served at 11:30 than any other time of day.
Here’s a little poem your post inspired:
Break Fast
Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.
Sayeth someone older than me
Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.
Sayeth a parent breaking fast with cigarette and coffee.
Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.
Sayeth a person who believeth in corporal punishment.
Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.
Sayeth someone who entrusts young me to strangers.
Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.
Sayeth a person who tells me people in India would love to have the fatty fare ladled upon my plate.
Oh, far India, you know not the joys of egg and bacon, pancakes and syrup, you know not the value of grease, your Moghul forbears brought not these bits of paradise unto you.
LOVE IT, Gerry!
(oh, and as an aside; I returned home from teaching my fitness classes to a family eager to go out to brunch. I’m going to get my 11:30 bacon and French toast fix today after all!)
My husband scoffs at eating breakfast food at any time of the day. I love finding restaurants/diners that do serve all day breakfasts. It’s my favorite meal of the day not eaten at home!
I’ll eat breakfast any old time at all, thank you very much!
My usual breakfast is cereal and an english muffin with either butter or peanut butter, but that’s only because that’s usually all I have the time for and the skill to make.
Oh, and coffee - never forget the coffee! With cream and LOT’S of sugar, please.
When the opportunity arises to go out and have a REAL breakfast, though, I jump at it. Eggs, omelettes (sp?), french toast, pancakes, home fries, bacon, canadian bacon, ham, steak, sausage, cheeses, fruit, toast, bagels, english muffins, croissants, egg McMuffins, coffee (have I mentioned the coffee?), juice, cereal, oatmeal, cream of wheat - bring it all on, baby!
I constantly search for restaurants (sp?) that have great breakfasts and hopefully serve it all day. There was an AMAZING spot in Chili’s town that unexpectedly and most unfortunately shut down a while back. I was CRUSHED to find out. There’s a place almost as good not that far from me in the other direction.
The Great Lost Bear in Portland, ME doesn’t serve breakfast, but does have a wondrous creation that combines some breakfast elements: the One-Eye Burger! The One-Eye consists of what I believe is a Kaiser Roll with a 1/3lb of ground beef, bacon, cheese, mushrooms in a gravy sauce and a grade A jumbo fried egg. Culinary perfection! It’s messy and is a heart attack on a plate, but it is SO good! I’ve had more than one person wonder aloud at the sight of me eating it if the expression on my face while doing so is the same expression when I’m… well, you get the idea.
The best omelets I ever had were at The Camellia Grill in uptown New Orleans. If you are ever there, don’t go for their other temptations. Well, except for their chocolate cream pie - one of the few places that does it right.
Is there black coffee in Ovaltine?
I never learned to like coffee. To hear you all talk, though, it seems I’m missing out…
Allow me a coffee clarification - I cannot stand black coffee! To me coffee is like beer - I do not drink it for the taste, I drink it for the effect. In beer the effect is inebriation (sp?), in coffee the effect is waking up.
Beer, unfortunately, cannot really be mixed with anything to alter the taste (at least, not that I’m aware of). Coffee, however, can be mixed with various flavored creamers and sugar, which makes it far, FAR more palatable.
To give you an example of just how much coffee needs to be altered to suit my tastes, when I order it at Dunkins I ask for cream and extra, extra sugar - no, the second extra is not a typo.
I basically like to drink melted coffee ice cream.
I love breakfast too, at about 9:30. I am not a morning person, so i can’t really eat until then.
Coffee–regular stuff from the grocery store (Folgers, Maxwell House) into Mr. Coffee, then, an inch or so in the bottom of a large mug, then, one minute in the microwave, then, hot coffee into the hot milk, leaving room at the top for, Torani sugar-free (Spenda) caramel syrup. Yuummmmm! A lot cheaper than a latte down the street.
Breakfast food–if it’s food, it’s okay for breakfast. Cold cuts, left over tuna salad, or just salad, cold pizza (of course), pretty much anything.
Ooof! TUNA?! For BREAKFAST?! I’m so averse to tuna in the morning that if Punkin’ wants a tuna sandwich in her lunch box, she either has to ask for it the night before or make it herself. BLICK!