July 17th, 2008
A way to start the day
Breakfast, the most important meal, or so they say… I suppose that’s true if it causes you to commit some sort of atrocity… which is highly likely in my case, not being a morning person, pretty much anything can set me off.
- Sour milk – Whether on cereal or in my coffee, finding out that a perfectly good pint has turned nasty over night will cause trouble, especially since you only notice once it is already in your mouth.
- Hard-boiled soft-boiled eggs – It’s rare, but there’s no point in having neatly turned out soldiers only to discover that the eggs defences have been re-inforced. May cause me to use the surplus soldiers to invade my neighbours letter box.
- Burned toast – Standing at the kitchen sink trying to scrape away the carbon with a knife is practically practicing my stabbing technique.
- Stale bread – More common in the summer, discovering a green patch on a half eaten slice will make me feel and act like one of the chimps from Outbreak… or perhaps the ones from 28 Days Later.
- Improvised breakfast – The result of not going shopping frequently enough. Results in some of the following foodstuffs being used for breakfast… crisps, chocolate, lasagna… ending up with me lying on the floor groaning in a inhuman fashion, much like the infected people from Outbreak, or the zombies from 28 Days Later.
- Nothing – Similar to above but ending in a fruitless search. Waking up to a hearty breakfast of nothing makes me fall into the void of despair, from which I will not emerge until lunch.
Still, if you’re cooking a Full English, that might placate me somewhat.
My friend’s mother is so not a morning person that there is a house rule that no one may speak to her until she’s fully consumed her second cup of coffee. To do so would result in a catastrophe of epic proportions. But once the coffee’s down, she’s very pleasant.
I come from a family of not-so-good-in-the-morning types. We used to have a silence rule in the morning, without which I imagine I may not be here.
I come from a family of early morning conversationalists. I would mostly just hiss and snarl in response to questions until I was properly caffeinated.
I don’t generally eat breakfast. When I do I rarely eat breakfast-type foods, though lately I’ve been eating Raspberry Toaster Strudels within a few hours of when I woke up. Unfortunately I’m cooking them lately in a toaster I’m not used to using and I can’t figure out how to get the filling fully heated without burning the crap out of the crust. In high school I generally didn’t eat breakfast or lunch, sometimes I wouldn’t eat anything until I got home in the afternoon.
It depends on your toaster… what you need is a longer time on lower heat… not easily achieved on most toasters.
They sound pretty good, and it raises the question of savory or sweet when it comes to breakfast… perhaps even both (can you have a two course breakfast?).
And technically, it doesn’t matter what time you first eat, it’s still breakfast.
Thankfully for me, I avoid those kinds of problems… mainly by taking my University via distance education so I can live by my internal clock.
However, when I was in high school, the 4-hour nights (my internal clock will not be denied) led my gut to not accept food until lunchtime. (on threat of study-impairing queasyness) Of course, missing breakfast was the least of my problems then.
Even if that weren’t the case, the fact that I’m a vegan, slightly obsessive-compulsive (no milk, no eggs, and I always check my bread for mold before using it), and have a compatible set of relatives (we all leave the toaster on the same, correct, setting and we’re never out of stuff that’s easy on the stomach) solves most of those problems.
I’m a vegan as well. Soy milk is one of my favorite things on earth because of a) its taste and b) its longevity. I drink “milk” so little that regular milk would always spoil before I’d used any of the carton.
While not a vegan, I’ve also got the 4 hour nights and breakfast is just deadly for me, and I love soy milk as well and will occasionally put it on bran flakes (at 2am).
2 am is truly the best time to eat cereal.
Vegans… they’re the ones with the pointy ears, right?
Having a toaster-compatible family is a real luxury. It beats putting your bread in only to find it returned slightly warmed or carbonised.
Night cereal is a bit like night swimming, a true pleasure and despite the healthy connotations, somewhat decadent.
Heh. In our house, we only buy soy milk as a treat (too expensive) and just one of us would be enough to drink a single carton in a day or two… but I do agree that the longevity of the stuff is a big reason to like it. Less hassle, less risk.
I had to put myself on a soy milk allowance because I was drinking entirely too much of the stuff (like a carton in a day or two on my own). I’m down to where a carton will last me between two to three weeks.
But what I want to know is: why is it called “bubble and squeak”?
Bubble and squeak… it’s the noise it makes when you re-fry it.
Really, it should be called ‘tsss and phut’.
my toast said something like that the other day… ‘cept mine read “don’t do it” ….wasn’t sure what i wasn’t supposed to do….
Perhaps the toast had gained sentience and was pleading for its bread-based life…
you have just described my life!
or, sung my life with your words, as they say
(dont mind me, im just in a good mood)
its so easy for me to get grumpy in the morning, and breakfast can provide so many problems (who knew a meal could be so danger-fraught?).
the most common one i find is NO BOWLS. or rather, the most common one i DONT find is BOWLS. there are about 5 different sizes/shapes of bowl in the cupboard at my house, and i eat my breakfast out of one particular kind, and when they are all dirty because SOMEONE (read: older sibling) didnt put the dishwasher on i might start yelling
its the same with spoons. only teaspoons left at breakfast time? grumpy, grumpy teenager.
The only good thing to eat breakfast cereals with is teaspoons.
Seriously.
I normally eat breakfast at work when I get underground.
I generally feel sick until then from meds.
Breakfast generally consists of a salad or ham/salami burger, several hastily consumed instant coffees (only for the caffiene) and some fruit.
I hate soy, slim, etc. milk. They all taste like crap.
Only good milk is real milk, prefferably still warm from the cow.
Un-homonegised and un-pasturised.
Rotting fruit. Nothing like grabbing a piece of fruit and biting into it, only to realize its gone south.
I love breakfast, but never have the energy or mental capacity to prepare it, so I generally just have a meal-replacement shake and some fruit.
Because of my dependence on shakes, my great woe in the morning is to discover that my roommate has finished off the milk and not replaced it; or, more likely, left just a tiny dribble in the bottom of the jug and put it back in the fridge.
I can’t drink soy milk; the texture makes me gag. It’s odd, I have no problem with the rich lumpiness of real milk, even right out of the cow (or goat), but the slimy coating of soy just turns my stomach, even though moo-juice is inarguably the stranger beverage. Just training, I guess.
When I am on a fitness bender, I drink “protien” shakes, which are basically just 4 eggs, a banana and some honey.
Easy breakfast ever, unless you forget to clean up, then the egg dries like super glue.
I’ve never noticed that texture about soy milk, but I don’t think I have drunk enough in one go as I am allergic to it.
Cows milk is pretty normal, I really fail to see how it is more weird then soy.
Soy needs a field to sown, grown, harvested and processed. Cows milk, well cows just need some reasonably flat ground that has edible vegetation and you squeeze and milk come out.
That extra processing is really not needed (I think).
Goats are even easier, they don’t need the reasonably flat ground or edible vegetation.
Have you tried rice milk? It taste……………..ok, but not good in coffee.
My body needs the extra processing of plant “milk”, since it can’t process regular milk at all…
i love hidden messages in food:
the potato madonnas, the melon faces
of JFK, the bleeding turnip.
the hidden message in toast
is not so rare, i see things
(seethings)
frequently of negligible ebay value.
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I only eat breakfast on the weekends, and its always the same; toast, scrambled eggs with various cheeses, home fries with maple syrup, bacon, and sausage. oh and a cup or two of irish coffee.
IHOP!
Easiest solution: no breakfast. Saves time AND resources!