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December 11, 2004
learning to love breakfast again
when i was a little kid, every saturday morning my mom would make me pancakes and i would watch cartoons. it was awesome.
later, when i was a teenager and our pancakes/cartoons ritual was long since over, i eliminated the concept of food from my mornings altogether. in fact, i pretty much elimintated the entire concept of morning from my world. i would shower in the evenings (it was hard to get at our one bathroom in the mornings), plan what i was going to wear, and pack my backpack before bed. in the morning i'd get up, wet down my bed-hair (so lovely), throw on my clothes, pee and run out the door in about five minutes. sometimes i'd gulp down some orange juice.
the habit of shortening morning to the greatest possible extent stuck through college and my early work years. after i quit school i mainly saw morning from the other side, anyway-- as the end of the day, rather than the beginning.
in the many years i've been in my current job, this has gradually changed. at some point i realized that rushing through the morning sucked. and later i realized that not eating breakfast was causing me some real problems and started really making a point of eating in the mornings.
now that i've started going in to work later, i really have time in the mornings. sometimes i sleep in, which really helps prevent insomnia problems because i never get too much of a sleep deficit going; sometimes i take the time to make a nice breakfast. it's so much nicer than rushing.
of course, getting gran's waffle iron changed things, too. i liked the ritualistic feeling of making waffles. i don't always make waffles on the weekend mornings that i make breakfast now, but i think the waffle making started to make me love the idea of a real breakfast at home.
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this morning i made a grilled cheese sandwich, three slices of thick bacon, and some good strong coffee in my french press (with lots of milk and some hazelnut sweetener). i watched a couple of episodes of pee-wee and i'm still working on the coffee. a nice, long morning.
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things recently that make me want to eat breakfast even more:
- scene from the beginning of 'pleasantville' where the june cleaver-esque mom serves reese witherspoon an astounding before-school breakfast of pancakes, toast, eggs, bacon, sausage, "and of course.... a ham steak!!"
- scene from the first 'prisoner' epiosde where number 2 serves the prisoner a good breakfast... tea with lemon, eggs, toast... i can't think what else... and the prisoner is too busy yelling at number 2 to ever eat it. rick turned to me and voiced just what i was thinking, "oh my god, eat the breakfast!"
- watching pee-wee's playhouse.
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so would anyone like to come over on a sunday morning, late-ish (10 or 11) for breakfast and pee-wee? it could be fun. things i am likely to make: waffles (low or full-carb, your chioce... and i always have frozen blueberries in the freezer), bacon (can be of the fakin' variety if you prefer, in fact i think i have some), sausage (again, can be soy), grilled cheese sandwiches, coffee, and good strong tea. and mimosas by special request. or bloody mary's. and those wanting eggs would be welcome to use the stove to make them (i hate eggs).
if this sounds good to you, let me know.
Posted by lisa at December 11, 2004 12:43 PM | TrackBack
Comments
Our childhood weekend breakfast ritual was based on pancakes made from Bisquick. And my dad made corn pancakes. People tend to think that's weird, but I liked it...all slathered up with real butter and real syrup.
My breakfasts at home these days are a quick bowl of cereal. But about twice a week I want salt and grease so I go over to the Current Cafeteria on Roxboro Road and get scrambled eggs, homefries or grits, toast, and link sausage...the big gnarly slightly overcooked kind. Salt, pepper, and Texas Pete liberally applied and [begin Homer Simpson] mmmgghhhrallllllll [/end Homer Simpson]
When I go to my parents my dad knows I loved the corn pancakes but now that he's on a heart healthy diet he uses odd-ball batter, sugar free syrup and fake butter. It ain't the same. And the corn is, well, a little weird.
I'd come over for that breakfast.
Posted by: chris on December 11, 2004 05:53 PM
that sounds like the yummiest breakfast ever!
Posted by: alicia on December 11, 2004 08:00 PM
yes yes yes! that sounds terrific!
Posted by: pinky on December 11, 2004 08:19 PM
i have long wanted a breakfast neighbor.
but, i have to have (french pressed) coffee. that's a deal breaker.
Posted by: rick. on December 15, 2004 02:02 PM
thought you'd be all over this. no worries, a french press is my only means of making coffee, and i now make coffee with every breakfast.
now i am new to coffee making, relatively speaking. i just grind some up, dump it in, pour in a random amount of boiling water. i drink it with so much milk that probably many imperfections are masked. but i promise it won't be weak.
Posted by: lisa on December 15, 2004 04:03 PM
ok, so a) your comment won't post right away because i have to approve it first and b) you might get a server error but your comment probably posted anyway and c) previewing doesn't work so i've removed the preview button.