“One should not attend even the end of the world without a good breakfast.”

Last night it rained. I know because the streets are wet. The air is damp and chilly. The sun is hiding behind the clouds waiting its turn.

Yesterday morning fog covered the lawns and the houses. Because the fog usually appears in the early morning over the river, I don’t get to see it. I like fog. It brings to mind Sherlock Holmes’ movies, murderous creatures hiding in the mist and an eeriness from the imagined unseen. I stayed on the deck despite the dampness.

When I was a kid, I loved this time of year. I remember walking to school. The trees over the sidewalk had baby leaves. The lawns were turning green. The birds were out. Though it was usually a bit chilly in the morning, I wore a light spring jacket sometimes with a sweater underneath. I don’t remember feeling cold.

My mother always made breakfast for us. Sometimes it was soft boiled eggs served in an egg cup with strips of toast for dunking in the yolk on the side. In the winter it was often oatmeal. That is one of the foods I ate as a kid I won’t touch as an adult. Back then I doctored the oatmeal with milk and lots of sugar. Dry cereal was also breakfast. We usually had a couple of choices. I remember my brother always chose Cheerios. Some mornings we just had toast. Tea in a ceramic teapot covered with flowers, roses I think, was always on the table. Two were tea drinkers. I was a cocoa drinker.

When I was in Ghana, I always had two eggs, toast and instant coffee for breakfast. The eggs were cooked in peanut oil and were delicious. The coffee wasn’t.

For most of my adult life, I have had only coffee for breakfast. When I worked, it was a single cup, but I’d stop and buy coffee on my way to school. Sometimes I’d get a donut. I am partial to butternut and Boston cream donuts. Now I have two cups of coffee, one with each paper, and sometimes toast and other times biscotti. I tend to make eggs for dinner more than for breakfast. I like bacon with my eggs.

When I visited my parents, my father always made Sunday breakfast. He cooked eggs and bacon. I was in charge of my own toast. He used to keep a dish towel over his shoulder, and that’s how I see him in my mind’s eye: standing at the stove with a spatula in his hand and that dish cloth on his right shoulder. I never did see him use it.



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10 Comments on ““One should not attend even the end of the world without a good breakfast.””

  1. sprite Says:

    I come from an eggs for supper family. The only time we ever had them for breakfast is if we were on vacation and went out to eat — usually Friendly’s when I was young and Hearth and Kettle when I was slightly older.

    • katry Says:

      I liked the food at Heart and Kettle, stay go to one on occasion.

      Eggs are great anytime. Te other night I had my eggs on toasted cinnamon bread. It was scrumptious.

  2. olof1 Says:

    Sunny and ´hot all day here, thunder clouds did build up for a while but they flew by. It would have been nice with that short time of cooling down there always is after a good thunderstorm. It will cool down tomorrow though but they can’t decide on when or if we actually will get thunder or just common rain 🙂

    I do like oatmeal for breakfast or any kind of porridge to be honest but if I’m lazy I’ll just make a few sandwiches, I never have fried food the first thing in the morning though, the rest of my family loves it.

    Have a great day!


    • katry Says:

      The sun did come out here. It is a bright, warmish day. There is a breeze now.

      We still have warmish days and cold nights. It has been down to the low 40’s at night. I ave my bedroom window open and that makes for a chilly house.

      I generally have toast if I have anything in the morning. Mostly it is just coffee.

      Breakfast is my favorite meal to eat out.

      Have a great evening!

  3. Hedley Says:

    I think it is fair to say that we were never sent to school without a cooked breakfast. Having kicked off with a bowl of Rice Crispies or Corn Flakes we would usually have one egg, a couple of pieces of bacon and, hopefully, fried bread. Toast and marmalade would round off the proceedings. Generally my Father would be smoking at the table to enhance the overall experience

    Not being dead from the massive intake of grease, today I am a bit more circumspect with half a grapefruit and a couple of Weetabix.

    Oh and the bacon fat was carefully saved to be served on the weekend under the title of toast and dripping.. Went very nicely with the Lone Ranger and the Daleks on those cold Saturday nights in Leatherhead.

    I wonder if these chest pains are psychosomatic

    • katry Says:

      My Dear Hedley,
      My father was usually gone by the time we were eating breakfast. He’d have a cup of coffee. My mother pushed the oatmeal, but we liked it the least of all for breakfast.

      I don’t ever remember bacon except on Sunday mornings. Soft boiled eggs were my favorite because I loved the yolk and the dunking. I think now I like eggs over easy.

      I do toast or biscotti with my coffee sometimes but mostly it is just coffee in the morning. When I have eggs, they are now cooked in a pan not needing any butter for cooking. I do miss the peanut oil.

      I hope they are psychosomatic!!!!!!!

  4. Spaceman Says:

    Coffee, black, is wholly sufficient for breakfast. I don’t eat lunch either 95% of the time. Going on like this 25 years now. Getting along just fine. Knock knock.

    • katry Says:

      Coffee is my nectar. I use light cream.

      In Ghana coffee was a nightmare. Ghanaians drink tea. The only coffee is instant, Nestle from the Netherlands. Ghanaians don’t drink milk.The only milk was evaporated. Think of that, and I had it every morning. After a while I got used to it.

      I am drinking my way through Kona coffee.

      • Spaceman Says:

        Coffee is equivalent to your brain as a open choke on a small engine. Brain isn’t going to run right until the caffeines kick a bunch of your brain cells right hard. Most of the world drinks tea and pretty much poor manners if you don’t offer it to guests (based on watching many foreign TV shows and movies). So it has to be good stuff. But Americans are still raggedy provincials when it comes to mostly avoiding tea. Maybe some hot tea over Chinese dinner. Or iced tea in summer. The rest, nyet

      • katry Says:

        When I was in Morocco visiting a Berber home, they offered me tea. I took it. The tea was delicious. I even bought a set of tea glasses so I could serve it here.

        Many tea drinkers are horrified that in the US tea bags are used instead of loose tea.

        I only drink ice tea.

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