They say that breakfast is the most important meal of the day. It's the meal that I'm most likely to skip.
I like big breakfasts—eggs and bacon and pancakes and hot cocoa—but rarely get them. Most of the time I have beef jerky (true!) or, more likely, nothing at all. Recently, though, I've been keeping a carton of milk at work, which allows me to consume whichever pre-sweetend cereal I happen to have on hand (Golden Grahams this week).
Do you eat breakfast? What do you eat?
On this day at foldedspace.org
2005 — My Husband the Chef Today I'm posting something Kris wrote eighteen months ago. It's too funny to be allowed to just disappear.
2004 — My Wife is a Terrorist I tried to mail a birthday present to Tiffany today, but was thwarted by the ever-vigilant United States Postal Service.
2002 — Litany of Woes Pam will be pleased to hear that I've begun to set my clocks back, switching from Daylight Savings Time (an anachronistic farce) a month early, as usual.
I always have eggs and toast and coffee; every week day without fail. Every Sunday I have pancakes with peanutbutter and syrup and my coffee. I never vary a thing. I am a creature of habit.