I loved this conversation and I love my morning ritual, which includes the same food 7 days a week and the comforting process of preparing coffee in one of my four French presses (chosen depending on my morning mood). Breakfast is important, not for any of the reasons I was told, but because it's during that time, the process of tending to myself that I get centered. I realized this when I began working part-time and my workday started at 10am rather than 8am. When it was 8, I jumped out of bed, always harried, bathed, dressed, and scurried off frantic all morning. Now that my workday begins at 10am, I wake at 8 and ease into a peaceful morning alone with complete breakfast, savoring Sumatra decaf, maybe reading a poem or writing a note to a friend or just being quiet. Civilized. I recognize that it's a luxury, but I don't feel guilty about it. Other parts of my life are sufficiently hell, but mornings are for peace.
Best breakfast? Hastings, Sussex, UK at the Laindons Bed and Breakfast. Indescribable in presentation and palate. I dream of one more week there in the yellow room where a seagull lives on the ledge outside the bay window.
I have the metabolism of a sloth and so all joy involved in eating has died. It’s rather sad but it does save a lot of time. I’ve been freed of all that prepping and cleaning up afterwards - simply not an issue any more.
Good day, Elissa. First, I had to look up shiksa, very descriptive. As to breakfast, I personally struggle with what is "healthy" depending on whose latest book you believe reveals the true gospel (there are many choices), so I am conflicted. As for my most memorable, it was on the outskirts of Barcelona, in a small restaurant, tended to by the owner. I had the Spanish version of bruschetta.
His words, "Bastante, bastante!" with reference to the excessive vigor I displayed rubbing a garlic pod on my toast, still rings in my ears. The presentation was exquisite, which also rings in my ears to this day. Understanding the ritual of breakfast . . . infinite variety. Personally, the best ones start with a mimosa or bloody mary. Just sayin'
It is interesting to read about your love of breakfast as my body rebels at the thought of eating so soon after waking and always has done. Once I am ready to eat, at eleven am or so, it has to be very simple to make as my energy doesn’t kick in until 6 pm. So I find breakfast to be the most troublesome meal of the day.
I suspect that some feel the same way. I am not one of them. Also, breakfast is not locked into a particular time; some eat very early, some closer to noon. Both are valid and lovely.
My favorite breakfast that I can remember was in B&B in the mountains of Venezuela. Many many years ago I had this home made chicken soup for breakfast that had a poached egg in it. I had never had such a breakfast treat... rich and savory and full of vegetables. The quaint location served other yummy food but it was the soup and the lovely blue and white china I remember best.
I loved this conversation and I love my morning ritual, which includes the same food 7 days a week and the comforting process of preparing coffee in one of my four French presses (chosen depending on my morning mood). Breakfast is important, not for any of the reasons I was told, but because it's during that time, the process of tending to myself that I get centered. I realized this when I began working part-time and my workday started at 10am rather than 8am. When it was 8, I jumped out of bed, always harried, bathed, dressed, and scurried off frantic all morning. Now that my workday begins at 10am, I wake at 8 and ease into a peaceful morning alone with complete breakfast, savoring Sumatra decaf, maybe reading a poem or writing a note to a friend or just being quiet. Civilized. I recognize that it's a luxury, but I don't feel guilty about it. Other parts of my life are sufficiently hell, but mornings are for peace.
Best breakfast? Hastings, Sussex, UK at the Laindons Bed and Breakfast. Indescribable in presentation and palate. I dream of one more week there in the yellow room where a seagull lives on the ledge outside the bay window.
Team savory, and also team not too soon (and certainly not before my first mug of coffee.)
It’s a testament to her many other stellar qualities that you’re still together after the grape jelly incident!
What can I say: she is my shiksa goddess.
I am savory all the way for most meals. Canned sardines or mackerel with a sauté of greens. Will definitely try that recipe.
I have the metabolism of a sloth and so all joy involved in eating has died. It’s rather sad but it does save a lot of time. I’ve been freed of all that prepping and cleaning up afterwards - simply not an issue any more.
Good day, Elissa. First, I had to look up shiksa, very descriptive. As to breakfast, I personally struggle with what is "healthy" depending on whose latest book you believe reveals the true gospel (there are many choices), so I am conflicted. As for my most memorable, it was on the outskirts of Barcelona, in a small restaurant, tended to by the owner. I had the Spanish version of bruschetta.
His words, "Bastante, bastante!" with reference to the excessive vigor I displayed rubbing a garlic pod on my toast, still rings in my ears. The presentation was exquisite, which also rings in my ears to this day. Understanding the ritual of breakfast . . . infinite variety. Personally, the best ones start with a mimosa or bloody mary. Just sayin'
It is interesting to read about your love of breakfast as my body rebels at the thought of eating so soon after waking and always has done. Once I am ready to eat, at eleven am or so, it has to be very simple to make as my energy doesn’t kick in until 6 pm. So I find breakfast to be the most troublesome meal of the day.
I suspect that some feel the same way. I am not one of them. Also, breakfast is not locked into a particular time; some eat very early, some closer to noon. Both are valid and lovely.
My favorite breakfast that I can remember was in B&B in the mountains of Venezuela. Many many years ago I had this home made chicken soup for breakfast that had a poached egg in it. I had never had such a breakfast treat... rich and savory and full of vegetables. The quaint location served other yummy food but it was the soup and the lovely blue and white china I remember best.