Saturday, January 12, 2013

Three Words

[caption id="" align="aligncenter" width="574" caption="I don't always eat breakfast, but when I do, I prefer it like this."][/caption]

After a morning of waking up early and going to the vet (I'm not going to go into it. Everyone is fine, and Donald is the sweetest cat ever.), I decided to make a full breakfast. Right now, I've got smoked bacon from Hatfields Smoked Meats (owned by the Hatfields of "Hatfields and McCoys" fame. Missouri! If you're ever in Neosho, they are pretty amazing.) and brown farm eggs from some people my parents know. The coffee was roasted by a friend of mine. Sometimes I'll make waffles, but I run the risk of taking a mid-morning nap if I do that, and that's not the most productive start to a day (though it is very relaxing). Sometimes I'll make orange juice! Coffee AND orange juice? Fancy like a restaurant!

I didn't used to cook things like this unless I had friends over, because it seemed like a lot of effort for just one person, but I've come to the realization that cooking for one can be very rewarding. Washing a pan takes a couple of minutes, and more than makes up for the feeling of "ehhh" that sometimes accompanies cereal (I love cereal, but if you want a big breakfast and you settle for cereal, it can be a little bit of a bummer).

People who live alone and want breakfast, in the immortal words of Tom Haverford and Donna Meagle: Treat. Yo. Self.


  1. My husband makes the traditional breakfast for us once a week. It is really for him. It too has grown over the years to resemble a restaurant breakfast --sometimes he even figures out a way to do hash browns with left-over baked potatoes or even mashed. Of course we are using fewer potatoes so that luxury is not always in the refrigerator. I am certain he would probably do it every day if he were alone. He would have to clean the skillet himself.

  2. Chopsticks are the best utensils.