apropos of nothing
Feb. 23rd, 2008 10:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
healingmirthIt sometimes (frequently?) takes me a long time to miss things. You can either chalk this up to having compartmentalized missing things I had to leave behind as a child, or to my intense, but I think unrelated, absentmindedness. Case in point: I haven't gone skiing since, like, 1998, and I went maybe once a year before that, but the past couple months I suddenly really, really miss skiing.
I realized today that I miss going out to breakfast, and in the past 16 hours or so, have built this up into A Thing of Epic Significance, but it started out by driving past a Waffle House at way-to-early-o'clock this morning, and thinking it's been ages since I'd been out to breakfast.
I like going out to eat, generally, but breakfast (real breakfast) is by far my favorite meal of the day. Pancakes, eggs, french toast, grits, coffee(!), hash browns, some sort of breakfast meat, any or all of the above. An Egg McMuffin is an adequate substitute every once in a while when I'm feeling up for some heart attack in a paper wrapper, but really it's all about the sit-down meal.
One of the handful of dinners that my mother cycled through cooking when I was growing up was swedish pancakes, which are basically crepes, but not, with either grape jelly (which I guess ought to have been lingonberry, but whatever) or milk and sugar on them. I'm pretty sure that made breakfast-for-dinner a much more common occurrence now that I'm an adult than it probably ought to be, but that's still no substitute for a lazy hour-plus breakfast that I either don't or can't make time for.
I guess there are businessy people who meet up for breakfast (maybe?) but in my head, going out to breakfast is something you either do with people you live with (either like that or not) or when you have time to spare, on coordinating, maybe waiting for a table, lingering. It seems like a commitment to sloth, whereas dinner out happens after one has presumably been productive for 8 hours at work. It's a reward, so it's acceptable.
I will totally be a regular at some diner for breakfast when I'm old.
I realized today that I miss going out to breakfast, and in the past 16 hours or so, have built this up into A Thing of Epic Significance, but it started out by driving past a Waffle House at way-to-early-o'clock this morning, and thinking it's been ages since I'd been out to breakfast.
I like going out to eat, generally, but breakfast (real breakfast) is by far my favorite meal of the day. Pancakes, eggs, french toast, grits, coffee(!), hash browns, some sort of breakfast meat, any or all of the above. An Egg McMuffin is an adequate substitute every once in a while when I'm feeling up for some heart attack in a paper wrapper, but really it's all about the sit-down meal.
One of the handful of dinners that my mother cycled through cooking when I was growing up was swedish pancakes, which are basically crepes, but not, with either grape jelly (which I guess ought to have been lingonberry, but whatever) or milk and sugar on them. I'm pretty sure that made breakfast-for-dinner a much more common occurrence now that I'm an adult than it probably ought to be, but that's still no substitute for a lazy hour-plus breakfast that I either don't or can't make time for.
I guess there are businessy people who meet up for breakfast (maybe?) but in my head, going out to breakfast is something you either do with people you live with (either like that or not) or when you have time to spare, on coordinating, maybe waiting for a table, lingering. It seems like a commitment to sloth, whereas dinner out happens after one has presumably been productive for 8 hours at work. It's a reward, so it's acceptable.
I will totally be a regular at some diner for breakfast when I'm old.
