Saturday, March 24, 2007
Oeuf means egg
Breakfast of champions
London, Ontario, February 2007 [Click for a larger serving]
Breakfast is the most important meal of the day. As much as I've followed this time-honored advice for most of my life, I sheepishly admit my frequent failure to do so in recent months. As often as not, I simply run out of time in the morning and leave the house without so much as a glass of orange juice. Bad Carmi.
So on a quiet weekend when deadlines aren't screaming and the clock fades into irrelevance, I often have time to not only eat a delicious, nutritionally balanced breakfast, but I can also pull out the camera for some photographic fun. Even better, I have enough time to use the tripod, the remote, the whole enchilada.
Note: there were no enchiladas on this omelette. I had to draw the line somewhere. End culinary digression.
This time out, I enjoyed the geometry of the toast and how it contrasted with the swirliness of the eggs. Yes, I said swirliness. Every day a new word, apparently. I also liked the color. It spoke of warmth, and that comfortable place when I'm sitting at the kitchen table and everything that matters to me on this planet is sitting in plain view. It reminds me of that sense of peace when you don't need to do anything more than drink in the scene around you before tucking into that first meal of the day.
I guess I'm a morning person after all.
Your turn: Your perfect morning starts off with...?