Breakfast Foods @ MindSay

Well, I went in to head office this for an awards breakfast.

 

So who do you think came up behind me while I was about to tuck into breakfast and wrap her arms around my neck.....

 

The absolutely gorgeous young lady that is the subject of this entry.....

 

And I'm still wishing she was single..... But of course, she's not single, she's married, and no matter how much I'd like to have her, I can't have her.....

 

Ah well.

What do you call the first meal of the day when it's in the middle of the day?

It's not as though I slept this late. I woke up at a decently respectable hour, took care of some reading, showered, did some laundry. And it definitely wasn't that I forgot to eat - my stomach's clamor was probably what woke me this morning. (This seems somehow backwards to me - isn't it supposed to wake up shortly after I do?) I was just rather busy.

So, the first meal should be breakfast, right? But it's lunchtime! You can sort of call it breakfast when you sleep 'til noon and then eat, but when you've been up for a good four hours, what do you call it?

Cereal.

The first meal of the day always has to be cereal. Pancakes and waffles are delightful substitutes, but there's just something wrong if I don't start the day off with something grain-oriented.

I suspect that it's much more mental than digestive, but if you try to get the day started on meat or vegetables, my system gives you this look of disgust, and throws me into the bathroom to hurl. A slight exaggeration.

The exception, of course, would be when I'm at my grandparents. My grandpa makes eggs and venison or trout or whatever for breakfast, and it's great! Ver' fond of venison, likee fish, like grandpa, life is good. Having meat for breakfast means I'm at my grandparents. Big, solid, dark table, the fireplace, the massive salmon over the mantle, the light coming in over the mountains and dancing a bit on the patio, the little kitchen, and me on one of the big benches on either side of the giant table. Grandpa loves the three of us girls, and I was his first granddaughter. I have a cousin on that side who's about ten years older than I am, but he's a boy - everyone knows girls are special.

Yum. Happy breakfast time. The stairs in this house creak like nobody's business, you can always hear when the next person comes down. Mom and Dad usually sleep late, because they've been driving for hours and it takes a lot out of you, but everyone is happy when they come down. It always feels like spring here, unless there's snow - the grass is green, the world is dewy, the sun's just waking up, and this little street is a quiet one. The clink and greetings of breakfast-time in here mingle just on the edges of the residual quiet out there. The mountains watch over everything, the sun begins to muster up to making the climb over them. The family is gathered, everyone always asks, "How did you sleep?" and the adults start talking over plans for the day, while the kids get third helpings on everything because we're too skinny. I can't paint this as well as I'd like, but I love breakfasts with my grandpa.

He died when I was about fourteen or fifteen. Maybe thirteen, but I doubt it. No scrapple for me!

*crunch crunch crunch*

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Edit:...it occurs to me that I react to anything emotional in the weirdest fashions.

Seems like a no brainer....

why are foods so overloaded with sugar?   the options seem to be one lump or 5 and that's just gross.  I'm not a breakfast person, but I will snack during the morning .   the easiest things to snack on during work seem made up of all sugar.    granola bars, protein bars.... dry cereal, poptarts (frosted at that...aren't they sweet enough?)    I'm a huge fan of ice cream, but some are disgustingly too sweet.  juices too.  

to me, some of these foods would actually taste better if they slashed the sugar content.
meanwhile, we're feeding the fastest growing disease in America.  Diabetes.  it's bad for your teeth, and its a quick way to put on pounds. 

food manufacturers and sugar....... almost like philip morris with tobacco.   the more you add, the more appealing to the average taste bud i guess.  it's gone beyond excessive though.

i say all this as I am deciding what to stay my hunger with in the middle of the night here.  I get up with a swirling head when i snack on something too sweet and my sugar levels crash in the morning.  as a sleep apnea, insomniac sufferer, a constant challenge is to find something decent for my middle of the night hunger pangs.  milk is excellent but i have none right now :(

i've always been a horrible multi-tasker.

but at the moment, i seem to be doing just fine.

hehe.

i'm eating rice, yes, for breakfast. i'm reading harry potter, yes, while eating breakfast. i'm posting, yes, while reading. i'm talking on MSN, yes, while posting. and i'm cleaning up/adding songs to my iPod, yes, while...

and so far i havn't spilled rice, skipped a sentence, made a really bad spelling mistake, ignored someone or left a crappy song on my iPod.

woot.

'tis ma' lucky day.

maybe i'll get to do something besides watch that will & grace/70's show/what not to wear/the simpsons for a couple hours.


aaaaand i am. :D

gotta take a shower now so i'll be ready.

i feel hyper...
so...
later bitchessss.

exes&ohs.