“Breakfast, when the night’s secrets go unspoken and the day’s plans echo the cock’s crow.”

The clouds are back. They left late yesterday afternoon, and we had sun for the rest of the day. Yup, I said sun. Today, though, no sun. We are back to clouds and rain later in the day. It’s cold, 39˚, and will stay cold all day. The dump is my big chore then to Agway for animal food, two of the most boring chores, and the two I do most often. I admit I didn’t water my plants yesterday except for the ones near the sink, but I was busy. I swept and wet mopped the kitchen floor, my most strenuous activity in a while. I also put many of my Christmas gifts away. The fun part was looking at them again.

When I was a kid, I really didn’t like Sunday. It started with a walk to church, going to mass then walking home. The winter walk was brutal, but the church was always warm. It was also always filled. I sat either in the back or at the end of a row. I was into quick exits.

On most winter school mornings, my mother made us a hot breakfast. My favorite was soft boiled eggs. My mother served them in Fannie Farmer egg cups. When I moved into my house, my mother gave them to me. Some of the poor chickens have lost their beaks. The eggs were accompanied by toast strips for dipping. That breakfast was always messy.

When I order breakfast out, I never order pancakes or waffles. I find the consistency of pancakes difficult to swallow even when they’re bathed in maple syrup, the real stuff. Mostly I just order fried eggs and bacon with toast and maybe hash browns. I’m a hash brown fan.

I am far too lazy in the morning to make breakfast. I brew coffee, and if I am really hungry, I throw toast or English muffins into the toaster oven. Henry always expects me to share. I usually do.

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13 Comments on ““Breakfast, when the night’s secrets go unspoken and the day’s plans echo the cock’s crow.””

  1. jan Says:

    Well, Scootie Marie and I don’t share breakfast, cuz I’m not fond of cat food, but at lunch time (like now) we share a slice of turkey or ham or whatever i am having. Since the pandemic, i’m not much into cooking, so i mostly have half sandwiches on Thomas’s cinnamon raisin bread with butter and dijon mustard, and either roast turkey, thin-sliced, or roast baked ham, also thin-sliced. We like it, and it seems to preserve our health. I like fruit, too, and have some every day. Sometimes soup, sometimes stew — the supermarkets provide all kinds of frozen nukeable treats that i wouldn’t have touched pre-pandemic, but which now seem like a veritable feast. Can I get any lazier? Once in awhile, my diabetes permits me to have a small dish of carb-smart ice cream, and my taste buds thank me all day. Scootie gets cat treats, and she thanks me by flipping her tail in my face. Now, lunch over, it’s time to while away a gray, dismal sunday with more (ugh) TV. I did hear that Amazon Prime has a good mini-series called The Night Manager. Maybe we’ll try that. Or take a nap.

    • katry Says:

      Jan,
      I’ve been loading my car for the dump run, but I doubt I’ll go. The day is ugly and cold. The only drawback is the dump is closed the next two days. I guess I can survive despite the trash.

      I order groceries from four places. One is Chewy for the cats and dog. The other three are for me. Mostly I have to cook the food, but I make sure I order stuff which doesn’t demand all my attention. Like you, I am not into cooking for myself.

      I am watching bad science fiction movies, my favorites. They are great top while away the time.

  2. Christer. Says:

    I don’t think I’ve ever ordered breakfast in my entire life. If I eat outside my home it’s always lunch or dinner. I prefer rye porridge in the morning or just a couple of sandwiches, coffee or tea both work fine.

    We got a dusting of snow again last night and everything looks pretty. Thankfully none of it will be on teh road when I drive to work tomorrow and that’s the ammount of snow I like 🙂

    Have a great day!

    Christer.

    • katry Says:

      Hi Christer,
      My favorite meal to eat out is breakfast. I used to go every Monday but no more with the restaurants the way they are. During the lockdown I ordered delivery and I ordered breakfast for dinner a few times.

      No snow, just a really cold day.

      Have a wonderful week.

  3. Bob Says:

    Hi Kat,

    Today the sun is out and it’s a balmy 63°, at least balmy for January. Tomorrow it’s back to work at home. I have to teach a class on Tuesday remotely from the office which will be a welcome treat. I’ve had way too much togetherness with my family. 🙂

    So far, 2021 has been okay. We’re on the list to get the vaccine and everyone is still well. In today’s world that’s a blessing in disguise.

    My favorite breakfast is two eggs over easy, toast or English muffin, three strips of bacon and hash brown potatoes. I like to dip the toast into the egg yolks and then sop up any yolk left over with the potatoes. Regardless who prepares that menu at home it’s not as good as eating out. It’s the breakfast of champions. It’s filled with all the important major food groups, fat, salt, calories and carbohydrates. 🙂

    When it comes to eggs I don’t like hard boiled eggs nor egg salad. However, I do like deviled eggs. When I was a teenager my cousin and I were visiting our uncle in El Paso Texas. We were riding the bus to Dallas and ate egg salad sandwiches at a rest stop in Snyder Texas. I got a bad case of food poisoning and was sick as a dog on the Greyhound bus for the rest of the trip. No egg salad for me. 🙁

    • katry Says:

      Hi Bob,
      Sometimes I really wish for too much togetherness. I have seen so few a number of people.

      Today was so cold I didn’t go to the dump. It is an open space which feels like a Gulag on windy, cold days. By the time I am done, dumping my recycles I am cold and the trash is next.

      I also usually order eggs over easy but I alternate the meat. The toast is sometimes rye, other times wheat. I use one piece of toast with each egg. I love to sop the yoke.

      I’ll eat egg salad but not with any enthusiasm. It is just too mushy. I also like deviled eggs. Overall, I am an egg fan.

  4. Hedley Says:

    I am trying to ignore the criminal activities of the PINO and coming to grips with the concept that I am America’s oldest Swiftie. Folklore is simply a marvelous Cd and here is Last American dynasty from Ms S. Even Steven Wilson has covered this..enjoy

    • Hedley Says:

      Ok, and here is Taylor for all you Swifties, lyrics and everything

    • katry Says:

      Okay, I did enjoy this. I have to admit an ignorance of Ms Swift’s music and I don’t know this guy, but I’m thinking I might want to.

  5. Hedley Says:

    And Ms Swift

    • katry Says:

      Okay, I’m not as excited with this song, but I am surprised that she isn’t bad!! You have ruined my misconceptions.

  6. lilydark Says:

    Hi Kat,
    Dreary here today… Have you ever heard of the Nields ? They do a great Goodnight Irene…https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=R64mh6WbVq4

    I’m still in grieving mode.

    I eat breakfast at about 3 or 4– oatmeal, which I mix with pineapple and nuke it.

    On weekends my mom used to bunny pancakes and different shapes.. If you’ve seen the Secret Life of the Bees movie I think they show it.

    If I go out, for breakfast ( in the old days) I ordered a small stack of pancakes with fresh fruit.

    I heard on SNL something like we lost an hour but gained a new president..( I’m not a good joke teller).

    I still dislike Sundays, I don’t know why– the days often just run into each other with the pandemic.

    Every time I see a squirrel on F.B. I laugh and think of you!

    Take Care,
    Lori and Ms. Cookie

    • katry Says:

      Hi Lori,
      Grieving is so hard. It takes all of our energy to keep going. Stay with it. I haven’t had oatmeal since I was a little kid. The consistency is gross to me. I do like pineapple.

      No pancakes for me, no waffles for me. I generally have eggs even for supper. I do love eggs.

      The days do run into each other but I haven’t hated Sundays since I was in high school. When I was teaching, I liked to use Sunday for house chores and lesson planning. It was an easy, quiet day.

      Not squirrel, spawn of Satan!!

      Stay safe


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