Sometimes deconstruction brings nothing but comfort. This is my breakfast.
There is really nothing about my breakfast that I dislike. Or causes me worry. It’s tea. Tea has been proven to be good for you. Oh, I know green tea or white tea is better than black, but if I am feeling compelled I switch for my second cup. I started drinking tea in England, the year after college. I like remembering that I was lucky enough to have that experience, to live in England, to work for a man on the verge of a great career. And this tea is organic. So no lurking anxiety about pesticides. Good thing.
My toast is whole grain from La Brea Bakery. Real whole grain, to the point where I am picking seedish things out of my teeth for a while after I eat. That’s actual butter on top. And given the fervor with which I avoid saturated fat on other occasions, I celebrate the butter on my toast. It’s organic too.
I like white china. I like my mug, it’s big enough to provide all the tea I want in a first cup with a sense of abundance. I like the shape, it’s smooth. The handle, it’s balanced. And when the time comes to wash up, my dishwasher is close by, unlike the days when I lived in an apartment in Manhattan and had to wash everything by hand with a terrible speed to avoid feeding cockroaches. I like remembering Manhattan, although I tend not to focus on the scuttling cockroaches.
Breakfast is one of the times where delayed gratification brings me the most happiness. I like my breakfast so much, the sweetness of milky tea even without sugar, the crunch of toast and slight tang of salt in butter, the matching of tea quantity to toast quantity, that I can go to bed slightly hungry, thinking of how nice it will be to wake up in the morning. Which helps me stave off the chubby stomach that is doing its best to make a home on my slowly aging body. You see? Absolutely nothing but comfort.
I wake up early. It’s almost always quiet when I eat breakfast. Except for the roar of the almost broken refrigerator of course. But even that is comforting. I like the quiet, and the morning light as the California marine layer slips away. The sun shines a little brighter every minute. So here’s to breakfast. Go breakfast. Thank you breakfast. Have a wonderful weekend.