I love breakfast.  I mean really love breakfast.  So you would think I’d make it a point to eat breakfast every day, yet I don’t.  It’s more of an afterthought actually.  Sometimes I eat breakfast, sometimes I don’t.  But I must have my cup (or two or three cups) of java each and every day.

If I’m home, I usually don’t get around to breakfast till much later, or not at all.  Just don’t tell my kids.  I preach to them all the time about the importance of eating breakfast every single day, yet I don’t always do the same.  Yes, I know…practice what you preach.  I’ll have to work on that.


When I’m out, I love getting breakfast.  It’s the perfect comfort food, any time of day.  And what’s breakfast without a cup of coffee?  When I started drinking coffee several years ago, it wasn’t because I liked it.  I liked the smell of it.  I didn’t start liking the taste till years later.  With coffee it was more a social thing.  I think I had my first cup of coffee in NYC many, many years ago when I was visiting my little sister.  And it just seemed like the right thing to do.  When in NYC drink coffee.  So I did.  And eventually I kept drinking it, especially when I started working more and sleeping less.  It was no longer just a social thing.  A girl needs her caffeine.

Over the years I’ve learned to love coffee, which makes sense.  After all, breakfast is my favorite meal, and nothing’s better with breakfast than a good cup of coffee.  It brings me back to a nice place in time, when life seemed simpler and there was more time to relax and enjoy breakfast.    And even now when I drink coffee, somewhere in the back of my mind I’m sitting in a little cafe in Manhattan, sipping on a cappuccino with a friend.   :)