mmmmm

A traditional West Indies breakfast I'd like to modify for myself:

"fried plantain, cornbeef, eggplant, fried dumplings and saltfish"

Maybe instead of cornbeef, I could do some sort of tasty tempeh or marinated tofu thing.

miso soup

Just wanted to mention that my breakfast of a week ago Monday was pretty effin' delightful.

Giant downpour out the windows at 8:00 am, sipping homemade miso soup out of black bowls with my sweetheart and a young boy reading an X-Men comic book to me.

ugh I've just become redundant!

http://www.mrbreakfast.com/index.asp

GMO - or, you really shouldn't fuck with food

For almost a month I've been having to sneak-eat food since my lawyer-boss cracked down on my precious in-office snacks (a la "Please eat food in the kitchen from now on, I do not like it when you eat at your desk. You eat a lot of junk food. For someone who used to be so health-conscious you're really hitting the tortilla hard these days...and what's up with all the burritos?" with an obvious subtext of "you're getting fat and I think restricting the places you're allowed to eat will curb your appetite. Plus Mexican food disgusts me and that's all you seem to eat.")

Getting breakfast is a definite problem with this new policy, as I am often strapped for time and always give up breakfast in favour of sleep, in favour of showers and all that.

I do take my breakfast commitment seriously, though, so it's been difficult in the mornings, as it's become a commitment to sneak. Sneakily eat.

Yesterday morning I forgot I was sneakily eating an apple I'd snatched from home. I'd forgotten I had a good stock of organic galas already in my produce bin in the office fridge. The snatched apple was a jonagold purchased from FoodFag on Maryland.

I was very busy yesterday and so it took about three hours to get through about 3/4 of my jonagold. Every half hour or so I'd remember to open my desk drawer and take a giant bite. After the fourth bite, I noticed there was absolutely no browning occurring, but thought little of it at the time.

This morning, I got into the office and selected a nice organic gala, prance/skulked up to my office to stash it, and lo and behold, my 3/4-eaten jonagold, still shining brightly, just showing a hint of black mold around the edges of the bites.

Fucking genetically-modified brilliance, I tell you. I feel like sticking my hand down my throat in a desperate attempt to purge the black mold I can't help but envision developing in my guts. Fuck me!!

weekend breakfast

Yesterday I had a truly spectacular nosh just after noon. We were at my parents' house and after a truly challenging night of sleep deprivation followed by serious snuggly snooze, I was wakened so sweetly by a certain someone from my single-bed slumber.

Upon arising, I was struck with a familiar urge to get crazy. I cooked myself two basted eggs, pan-fried yam discs, chopped green onion and buttered swiss chard, slathered a chunk of bannock with my home-made cilantro hummus and got down on that morning meal in the early afternoon. Deeeelicious!!

chickpeas, cilantro, lettuce and chili powder

A bowl full of chickpeas, cilantro, lettuce and chili powder was my breakfast this morning. A whole lotta roughage assembled by my sweet lover...tasty as fuck, but I could have choked it down a whole lot faster and with slightly more enjoyment had I any lemon juice and flax or olive oil to drizzle. The chickpeas were frickin' delicious, soaked for a day and a night and then cooked to tenderness while I was making supper yesterday evening. Plain as fuck and they're holy hella good. Good for you too. And of course the organic cilantro and head lettuce obtained from the crop share. Lovin' the food sharing orgy...

red river

I am so...blessed to be with the person I find myself loving right now. I don't know any other way to describe it but "blessed", which is not a word I use often.

Let's linger over the breakfast I had this morning, since I wasn't able to linger over it in real time. Such a beautiful person across from me as I snarfed re-heated red river cereal sprinkled with brown sugar, just a little more gussied up with stale raisins...

How fucking cool is it that someone listens to me when I speak, thinks about the things I have to say and then helps me come up with a plan? I don't think I've ever been so well-supported...my mother definitely comes to mind when I say that, but her form of support has always been more in the way of getting me do it by myself...nothing like running to mummy when I have troubles eating breakfast in the morning...she raised me to be super-independent and for that I'm grateful, but I have the shortfalls as do we all...she was actually the person who did not force me into the morning meal, believing (correctly) that I could make my own choices about food.

Unfortunately, my decision-making in the breakfast regard has not evolved much since I was nine years old and I find myself often loath to wake up at a reasonable time to get the early sustenance.

Yes, life is good when there's a partner available to help with the responsible decision-making shenanigans...