Breakfast is often heralded as “the most important meal of the day,” and for an avid breakfast guy like me, the claim is certainly true. Whether it be a home-style breakfast featuring eggs and bacon, a cold-cereal centered meal, a steaming bowl of porridge, or a gargantuan smorgasboard consisting of all three, breakfast is most decidedly the best.
Breakfast is like the crack of the whip on a stubborn steed. When you are unable to start your day, longing for the comfort of your bed and standing blankly in your kitchen, breakfast is the friendly meal that gives you a slap on your tuckus that says “Hey big fella, time to start your day.”
Wading through the drudgery of a weekday routine is tough enough, but having to wait until noon to stuff my face—well, that seems a whole heck of a lot harder. Breakfast is the meal that, quite frankly, is all that makes functioning through the remaining twelve hours of a day possible. It fully deserves the respect it garners.
Breakfast is eaten in the presence of oneself and a bathrobe, or colleagues in a florescent break room, or under the watchful eye of a careful Jewish waitress who’s attempting to gauge if you’re ready for your next cup of coffee. Breakfast is made in the microwaves of rushed Americans, in the dining halls of universities, on the simmering flattops of a million Greek-family-owned diners. Breakfast is born on the skillet and swallowed in your mouth. Breakfast is the greatest common factor between humans of every different walk of life. In fact, if you rearrange some letters and add an “h,” breakfast actually spells “the best.”