1.) I don’t like root beer. It’s just not for me. Once in a while Christian will bring one home from lunch out – lurking in an unsuspecting soda cup – and I’ll find the misfortune to take a big gulp. Yuck.
2.) Breakfast is BY FAR my least favorite meal of the day. Too sweet for this gal.
3.) I’m scared of heights. Standing near the edge, jumping from high places and just generally being un-naturally high in altitude scares the pants off of me. I had to scoot up a rock on my butt and muster all that I had just to stand up for this picture. It doesn’t look high, but it drops on all sides. Shiver.
4.) I’ve read every single Nicholas Sparks book. A great friend got me started when he gave me “A Walk to Remember” as a birthday present in high school (knowing full well I had an indecent obsession with the movie). Little did he know I’d go on to read each and every one of the books ‘ol Mr. Sparks had written over the next eight years.
5.) I’m shamefully addicted to Sister Wives. Typically, I shun ridiculous reality television, but come on… a Mormon dude with
three four wives, 400 kids and all sorts of crazy shenanigans that ran away from Utah!?! Um, hello, fascination.
I stood in front of the fridge this morning packing things up for the day. Grabbed the gluten-free pizza and broccoli for lunch, the shrimp pasta for Megan… “hmmm, do I need anything else?”. That’s when I noticed a salad I made on Sunday night for a lunch this week was tucked away in the back of my fridge. I felt bad for it, it wasn’t going to get to live out it’s healthy, leafy glory. Do you ever do that? Feel bad for inanimate objects — food, stuffed animals, books etc. It’s ridiculous, I know.
I packed it along figuring I’d eat it at work or toss it. About halfway from Denver to Fort Collins I decide that I’m too broke to be wasting food (especially delicious, healthy food) and that I will be eating it for breakfast if I have to choke down each leaf and brussel sprout as I go.
And, I’m proud to admit that I did just that. So here it is, my “leftover” breakfast – salad and green tea – in all it’s awesomeness. Maybe I’ll start a salad for breakfast streak, then again, maybe not.
In the salad: baby romaine, brussel sprouts, brown rice, chicken breast and walnuts. All topped off with red wine vinaigrette.
I want to like it. I want to like it. I want to like it.
Isn’t it posh to say “Let’s just meet for breakfast!”. Very stepford wife. I want to be posh and girly and like french toast. I want to know exactly how to order an attractive sounding coffee. I want to be able to say I’ll have the granola instead of “I’ll have to breakfast burrito, BUT you HAVE to scramble the eggs REALLY, REALLY dry… like borderline brown. Oh, and leave out the tomatoes and mushrooms, ok?”. Sometimes I’ll think to myself:
What would it be like to really enjoy breakfast? What is going to breakfast like for normal people? Do normal people worry that there won’t be anything on the menu worth spending $15 on? Why am I even worrying about this? Order toast and be done. But I don’t really want toast, plus it usually comes out all buttered, floppy and soggy. Does anyone really like toast that way, there’s nothing toasty about it? Why am I even going to breakfast? Why did I suggest this, I know I hate breakfast? … and the list goes on.
I do like biscuits and gravy, plus an occasional egg dish. But that’s about it. Once in a while I can muster the appetite for some pancakes or something more regular, but if given the choice I’ll choose lunch or dinner over breakfast any day.
What’s your favorite meal? Any meal you particularly dislike?
*”Lemon and Sugar” photo by Taste Spotting