Breakfast

It is often said that breakfast is the most important meal of the day and yet, as an adult, I hardly ever eat breakfast. I don't know why.  I have plenty of time in the morning to make breakfast but I usually don't.  Sometimes at work, I will grab something from the dining room or Melissa will order us something like donuts or biscuits.  Otherwise, coffee is my main source of morning  nourishment.  I know, I know.  I really should put something on my stomach besides liquid gold caffeine, but oh well.  It's not like it is that hard to make some toast, for crying out loud.  Yet, I just do not do it.

Growing up, our breakfasts consisted mostly of cereal on a daily basis.  On the weekends, Mom might cook breakfast on a Saturday but we mostly had cereal.  And since I do not care for milk, mine was always dry.  Suited me fine LOL.  Now, if we had company, there was normally a hot breakfast to be served and that was a treat.  But I never felt slighted when we just did our normal fare.

When I spent the night at Grandmother's house, which was very often as a child (and teenager), she would always have something for me.  If she didn't cook something, I would have grapefruit usually, which I actually loved.  And I didn't know at the time how much it took to section a grapefruit.  I have tried doing that, as an adult, and have not had much luck.  Maybe I don't have the proper knife for that.  Hmmmm.  I know I definitely don't have any grapefruit spoons...hmmmmm LOL

Anyway, today I decided to cook myself breakfast.  I've had bacon sitting in my freezer since the beginning of the pandemic.  It's gotten so expensive that I would buy it anytime it was on sale.  I finally realized that I should take some of it out and cook it.  So, I took it out last weekend and it's been sitting in the fridge ready to go ever since.  I have just been too lazy to do it.  But yesterday I cleaned off my dining room table, put down a tablecloth and placemats and created a centerpiece.  I decided that I wanted to use my table more on a regular basis and not just as a place to drop things onto as I'm walking by.  Breakfast today seemed like the perfect opportunity.

I'm thinking about all of this because I now cook bacon like Grandmother did....in the oven.  Mom always did hers on the stove top but Grandmother always cooked hers in the oven. It is so much easier, I do not know why Mom never did hers like that.  Now, don't get me wrong.  Bacon fried on the stove is great!  But it's messy and I end up getting burned by the popping oil.  And I will admit that I prefer to have my eggs scrambled in the leftover bacon grease....it's just yummy...but not the healthiest way to cook them.

So I cooked my bacon in the oven and transferred it to drain on a paper towel once it was done.  It crisped up so nicely while I scrambled my eggs.  I used a little olive oil to cook my eggs in.  You really can taste the olive oil in those eggs and it gives them a nice flavor.  I got my plate ready and sat at the table, in front of the window with the morning sunshine at my back.  And I enjoyed my breakfast immensely.  Now, I just need to make it a habit.

That is all