I love breakfast.
I could expound for hours on the relative bliss of breakfast, how I could eat a form of breakfast for every meal (and sometimes do). I love going out for breakfast, and lingering over coffee and the remains of an omelet bigger than my head. I love breakfast at home, fresh cinnamon rolls and hot crispy bacon and sleepy heads of sleepy kids munching lomtiks of toast while they watch Spongebob. I love breakfast in bed...I love breakfast over a campfire...I love breakfast brought to your room and left outside the door by the lovely British woman who makes sure there's milk for your tea and marmalade for your rolls.
Continental breakfasts at hotels? Bring it on.
Late breakfasts on the weekends at Cracker Barrel? Ohbabyohbabyohbaby.
Egg and cheese pie for dinner with greasy sausage links beside? Oh you tease.
Breakfasts at work are a different affair. I have no time to linger, to savor, no time to prepare something delicious and piping hot. This morning, for example, I ate a cheese stick and a tin of sardines in mustard sauce. It filled the gap, but was completely unsatisfying. (And I can hear some of you gagging out there at the thought of eating fish for breakfast. In my defense, it did taste good, and has that good fishy oil. But yes, it is not my first breakfast choice.)
I'm now longing for a large bowl of oatmeal swimming in brown sugar and cream. Or a toad-in-the-hole. Or scrambled eggs.
What are your breakfasts like?