Breakfast when I was a kid took time. Pan fried bacon, home made pancakes, toast with real butter, eggs over easy. Getting on the school bus in the morning, the air vibrated with the aroma of pancake syrup and bacon grease. Could we eat that way in the old days because we were active? Or was that diet the reason everyone died 10 or 15 years earlier than they do now? Now breakfast is a banana and dry diet cardboard (oops, I mean bread, sorry).
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With barely my eyes open, I stumble slowly to the kitchen, dragging my feet along the cold tile floor. Grabbing the coffee pot, I fill it with water and begin the morning brew. Over at the oven, I set it to 350 degrees. The quiche I have assembled, but left uncooked, is waiting in the refrigerator.
Grandma’s breakfast. Bacon, sausage, scrambled eggs, homemade bisquits, milk gravy. When I woke up – the aroma of coffee. Thinking of it now is comforting and brings a smile to my face. Same breakfast years ago when my children were small and now at Christmas. Only thing mama does not make homemade bisquits.
Sire, I must advise you against breaking your morning fast so early. You are of a melancholy humour so early eating weighs you down. I implore you to follow John of Milan’s teaching of ‘rise at 5, dine at 9, sup at 5, retire at 9, for a long life.’