unlikely breakfast

When I was in the first grade, I refused any breakfast except cinnamon-sugar toast. That's to say, to start my day, I needed two pieces of whiter than white wonder bread slathered in butter and generous helpings of cinnamon and sugar my mom mixed together and put into an old salt jar. Sometimes, I'd get impatient, dumping the cinnamon-sugar on the toast instead of sprinkling it delicately.

I've gone through other breakfast phases as well: for awhile in high school, I preferred a huge bowl of dark bitter espresso and grapefruit (and I wonder why I never felt well); in my twenties, I went through an oatmeal phase. I loved mixing different things into my oatmeal and cooking a pan of it every day. I even considered opening up an oatmeal only all day long breakfast restaurant, but the logistics of owning and maintaining a restaurant made my dream fodder for idle thoughts.

Thursday morning found me short on ideas for a quick breakfast before I headed to New Orleans for an overnight visit. So I boiled up some frozen broccoli and mixed it with pan-fried quinoa and a bit of coconut oil, sea salt, and pepper for a nourishing start to my day.

This morning, I nearly forgot about vegetables (a hard thing to find at all in New Orleans, especially before noon), but managed to order some potatoes with my eggs over easy. Close call!

Hopefully there's some good stuff at the Farmer's Market tomorrow!