A Case Against Breakfast

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Early morning often finds me regretting last night’s cognac or five-course meal, so a hearty breakfast isn’t a priority. Two bricks of Weetabix, an English cereal with understated charms lost on all but those who grew up on it, will do. It spikes the glucose to functioning levels—that’s all I ask of my first meal. Oh, I’ve had bouts when I’ve tried starting off with a couple of eggs, but those jags screeched to a halt each time my health-conscious in-laws visited. The cholesterol! I didn’t really care about any of that stuff, but I was never enthusiastic enough to put up a fight.

As you can tell, I’m not a morning person. I don’t start the day looking to announce my can-do spirit over a plate of something or other. What I want are a few simple moments to gather steam for what lies ahead. I see no merit in the ability to whip up (or, God forgive, keep down) ricotta pancakes with Meyer lemon curd before 9 a.m. I’m not suggesting that a nightcap of eau-de-vie is somehow more deserving of praise. Well, actually, I am. I’d rather toast the day that was than sit in a room full of people chattering about the day that has just begun. 

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