Breakfast

According to the cereal commercials of the 1970s it’s the “most important meal of the day”. (TV commercials were the definitive source of information.) As it turns out, breakfast is only the most important meal of the day if you make it yourself. If you’re going to have frosted flakes or captain crunch or honeycombs, you’re better off skipping breakfast.

(I have this information on the slightly more reliable reporting from NPR. I like that the original headline for this was, apparently, “Breakfast Blowback”.)

After hearing that story on the radio, I decided that I’m up early enough most mornings to pull off a home-cooked breakfast. Why not give it a try?

The first morning at it, I managed to get together cream of wheat. Not the instant kind in the little packets. The kind you stir up on the stovetop.

Day 2 I did spinach and mushroom omelettes. Day 3, hash-browns and scrambled eggs with spinach and onion. Day 4, fruit salad. Day 5 I upped the fruit to a parfait with Greek yogurt and granola.

About a half hour of focus on the job seems to do the trick.

It helps that in this part of the world it’s light at 5:30 this time of year. I wake up when it gets light out. I’m not sure if I’ll be capable of such things in the winter months when the sun doesn’t come out until 9 and I’d rather hibernate.

On the other hand, maybe having something to focus on will help the morning drill once the darkness sets in again.

Ask me how breakfast is going again in November.