waking up at 6.30 in the morning is wrong, more so when you’ve been waking up every two hours since 11.30 the night before. what with the clocks turning back to mark the end of summer time, the sun’s way too brutal at 6.30 to be slept through anyway. oh when will the soothing darkness of winter be upon us? (please come back in winter to hear me complain about the sun that sets at 4.40 in the afternoon)
the 7am bowl of cereal (flakes of grains, plus raisins and apricots) will only be in its most literal sense, a break fast. what you’ll really hang out for is the 11.30 burst of kitchen activity — a flurry of mixing and boiling and slicing and stiring over low heat and toasting, that mere minutes later has you all twitchy with excitement and glee.
buttered toast with a scrambled egg, sliced tomato and avocado, all salted and peppered, and a cup of sweetish tea, and then just when you think it’s all over, a crunchy anzac biscuit.
maybe in a few hours i could have waffles and syrup and bacon. what i need to do is make a button that says “breakfast all day”.
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yah! ok! i will come back in winter!!!!!!!!!!!!
also, c.c., how come we like write in the second person? how come, uh, *you* like to write in the second person? HAHAHA.
perhaps one day bowb will surprise us all and write in the third person. there are no limits to the number of voices in her… head.
… as long as ‘Breakfast All Day’ means all day and night. Any time is a good time for breakfast. Sat arvo we did corn, coriander and cumin pancakes topped with crispy bacon and maple syrup, followed a little later by salted pistachios with a squeeze of lime juice and a splash of tequila … mighty fine.
tvdog, you mock me with your bacon and maple syrup. but that’s ok. i can tell you’re probably an alright person, because yes, it’s true, “breakfast all day” should be a 24 hour pledge of comfort and warmth. my second favourite promise, painted on a cafe window in melbourne, is “cake anytime”.
yes please – cake anytime! Is there a shop that says ‘chocolate anytime’ or ‘gelato anytime’. Oh, I shouldn’t have said that. Wellington Cake shop in Bondi has Lemon-Meringue gelato and I’m stuck here in the office. Of course it is always followed by white nectarine sorbet from Pompei. Bondi = sugar overload (or lolly sickness in the old language).