I am in a breakfast rut. Every morning I walk into the kitchen and spend ten minutes rummaging through every cupboard and every drawer until I realize I want none of it. I don’t want toast. I don’t want cereal. I don’t want a greasy scrambled egg. It’s getting so bad that I’ve started to resort to non-breakfast foods; leftover pasta, stringed cheese, peanut butter and jelly. I’m always very disappointed.
This isn’t a new struggle. Breakfast and I have always had a tumultuous relationship. In the third grade I started throwing my breakfast in the trash when my parents left the room. By fourth grade I was skipping it all together, a habit that lasted up through high school and all the way through college.
Mostly I blame the timing. Who wants to eat a croissant at 6 or 7 in the morning? I am not awake.
It wasn’t until I reached my mid-twenties that I actually started enjoying food before 11am. All of a sudden something clicked and I loved cereal, craved yogurt, and could not get enough of crunchy granola. I may never get on board with your Lucky Charms, but Cranberry Almond Crack? It’s bliss.
Now I feel like I’m back at square one, making eggs and then throwing them in the trashcan. Pouring a bowl of cereal and then dumping it all back into the box.
Most people think I’m crazy. I think I’m crazy. Is it something biological that’s causing this repulsion? Am I missing the breakfast gene?
I know breakfast is important. Maybe I just need ideas. Not complicated ones, I’m not going to spend a half hour making Eggs Benedict every morning, but maybe you know something I don’t. Maybe you are eating the perfect breakfast and simply haven’t shared.
For the sake of my morning, what do you eat for breakfast? I need to know.