One thing I really love about my parents’ visits is that we take time to sit down and eat breakfast. Breakfast is my favorite meal of the day. It’s usually pretty simple, but it’s always so good.
We usually have eggs, toast, some kind of meat (served on the side, for those who want to abstain), and fresh fruit. We brew pot after pot of coffee while we cook and wake up for the day.
When I take time to cook breakfast for myself, it makes my whole day better. I tend to vary what I make more often when I’m by myself, but whether it’s breakfast quinoa, waffles, a poached egg on rye toast, or a frittata, cooking is the best way to start the day. It reminds me to do one thing at a time, because I only have two hands. It reminds me not to get into too much of a rush, because the time it takes for something to cook doesn’t speed up just because I’m in a hurry. It forces me to start my day off by managing my time well, and I end up handling the day better.
Themes, observations, and lessons:
– Breakfast could make me into a morning person. Maybe.
– How I start the day matters.
– I like sharing breakfast, but I like it just as well in solitude.