(I'm glad I managed to get this done in time. Car troubles caused some issues, so this week's blog post is a bit late.)
Breakfast was a mandatory meal at my house for most of my formative years. I more or less grew up having a solid breakfast every single day. I never realized that other families did not do so until later in life, since I didn't exactly have other families to compare with. Sure, I hung out with friends and what not, but it was usually after breakfast time.
Regardless, I pretty much always try to eat breakfast in the morning. These days, that's usually a glass of milk and a slice of bread. What goes on the bread changes from day to day, but there's almost always milk and bread. Sometimes, I have avocados. Other times, I just have a slice of cheese on top. The actual "topping" for the bread doesn't matter too much, just that I have a fairly nutritious breakfast.
In fact, this habit is so ingrained in me, that I have even made breakfast out of some very interesting items. One time, in college, I had ice cream for breakfast. It was the only food item we had in the fridge, and I wanted to make sure I had something to eat. I don't think I even considered the possibility of skipping breakfast. And since ice cream was the only item that could serve as breakfast, I had ice cream for breakfast. In my defense, I had a relatively small bowl of the stuff. Still, it was one of the most creative "meals" I've ever had (and the then-Mild Girlfriend-now-Mild Fiancée gave me no end of grief about it).
The worst time, though, was when I had beer for breakfast. It was a similar situation, in that I literally had nothing else in the fridge. I was actually supposed to have gone to the grocery store the night before, but I'd gotten lazy. Much to my chagrin, I realized just how barren the proverbial cupboard was when I got up for breakfast the next day. It was the only item that could pass for nutrition, and I remember thinking, "at least it's better than nothing." In hindsight, it was NOT better than nothing. It upset my stomach to have alcohol as the very first item in the morning (go figure). Even the carbohydrates/calories weren't sufficient to really quell my appetite, so I was simultaneously hungry and in discomfort. The then-Mild Girlfriend-now Mild Fiancée gave me grief about that, too (go figure).
All of that brings me to the last few days. I was at a conference for work, and I woke up to leave for the airport. The hotel restaurant wasn't open yet, and I didn't think I'd have time to run to a store to get something. I did, however, have some left over orange soda from the night before. So, in an effort to have something for breakfast, I chugged a few gulps of orange soda for breakfast. It wasn't ideal, but I knew for a fact that it'd be better than beer for breakfast. As luck would have it, I did have time to eat at the airport, though by that point, I'd already met my obligation to have food before leaving the "house."
Let's just say that I suspect the Mild Fiancée will have a few choice words for me about this particular meal choice. Go figure.
Breakfast was a mandatory meal at my house for most of my formative years. I more or less grew up having a solid breakfast every single day. I never realized that other families did not do so until later in life, since I didn't exactly have other families to compare with. Sure, I hung out with friends and what not, but it was usually after breakfast time.
Regardless, I pretty much always try to eat breakfast in the morning. These days, that's usually a glass of milk and a slice of bread. What goes on the bread changes from day to day, but there's almost always milk and bread. Sometimes, I have avocados. Other times, I just have a slice of cheese on top. The actual "topping" for the bread doesn't matter too much, just that I have a fairly nutritious breakfast.
In fact, this habit is so ingrained in me, that I have even made breakfast out of some very interesting items. One time, in college, I had ice cream for breakfast. It was the only food item we had in the fridge, and I wanted to make sure I had something to eat. I don't think I even considered the possibility of skipping breakfast. And since ice cream was the only item that could serve as breakfast, I had ice cream for breakfast. In my defense, I had a relatively small bowl of the stuff. Still, it was one of the most creative "meals" I've ever had (and the then-Mild Girlfriend-now-Mild Fiancée gave me no end of grief about it).
The worst time, though, was when I had beer for breakfast. It was a similar situation, in that I literally had nothing else in the fridge. I was actually supposed to have gone to the grocery store the night before, but I'd gotten lazy. Much to my chagrin, I realized just how barren the proverbial cupboard was when I got up for breakfast the next day. It was the only item that could pass for nutrition, and I remember thinking, "at least it's better than nothing." In hindsight, it was NOT better than nothing. It upset my stomach to have alcohol as the very first item in the morning (go figure). Even the carbohydrates/calories weren't sufficient to really quell my appetite, so I was simultaneously hungry and in discomfort. The then-Mild Girlfriend-now Mild Fiancée gave me grief about that, too (go figure).
All of that brings me to the last few days. I was at a conference for work, and I woke up to leave for the airport. The hotel restaurant wasn't open yet, and I didn't think I'd have time to run to a store to get something. I did, however, have some left over orange soda from the night before. So, in an effort to have something for breakfast, I chugged a few gulps of orange soda for breakfast. It wasn't ideal, but I knew for a fact that it'd be better than beer for breakfast. As luck would have it, I did have time to eat at the airport, though by that point, I'd already met my obligation to have food before leaving the "house."
Let's just say that I suspect the Mild Fiancée will have a few choice words for me about this particular meal choice. Go figure.
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