Saturday, October 10, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
On Breakfast
As I struggle to waken this morning I remember that I must eat. Oddly enough, on weekend mornings I will start thinking breakfast while still snoozing in bed. But during the week, breakfast truly is a struggle. There is something about the rush to eat that is off-putting.
Rush hour eating. That's what it is - Rush Hour Eating. If I detest driving during rush hour, why would I savour my food during rush hour. Don't misunderstand, I am rarely eating breakfast while driving. Oh, wait I did that yesterday. A banana muffin from a cafe and my coffee in a plastic travel mug. I guess though what I am attempting to articulate is my frustration at being inspired to eat breakfast. Is it what that breakfast symbolizes? Once I "scarf" down my morning meal I will have to dash off to get dressed, pack up and head out the door. Now that I think about it, I also have the TV chirping in the background. I'm up on the morning news. I'm checking my email. Oh no, I'm a modern capitalist who multi-tasks.
Excuse me, I'm going to turn off the TV. "They" are talking murder and murder and muffins don't mix. There. Silence. The fridge is humming. Morning traffic sounds are whooshing. Birds are...where are the birds? Wait, back to breakfast. Will it be shredded wheat 'n bran with banana and soy milk or scrambled egg with herbs or a smoothie of sorts?
I'll keep you posted!
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