breakfast wishes

You know what I think breakfast needs? The 5 course gourmet treatment. Obviously this would suck if I was the one cooking it. But I would really like to eat that way...

Where when you wake up and head out to the table, there's a tiny soft taste of something waiting. Like an amuse bouche at a fancy dinner. Then there would be a small bowl of a fruit or salad thing. Then a pancake or waffle made with whole grains and vegetables (pumpkin or zucchini or maybe banana). Then an egg/meat course. And finally a miniature muffin and coffee to finish.

I've seen the fruit cups people put in lunch boxes, it's like a quarter or a third of a cup. A large portion would be half a banana. Most people get 3-5 pancakes or a muffin the size of a regulation softball. And Denny's commercials suggest people eat a lot more egg and meat than I'm suggesting.

It's not about having more food, it's about having a wider variety at breakfast and sitting still for a moment before the day starts. Maybe when I am insanely wealthy I'll hire a night-owl chef who will be ecstatic that someone wants gourmet breakfast during what would be his "dinner". There are people who exist like that probably.

Instead, today there was a bowl of hot GrapeNuts and a glass of water. I wanted a spoonful of gazpacho, a few slices of mango, an avocado and bacon waffle, and a serving of wafer-thin chicken (the kind that's pounded out from slices of chicken breast) with a cream sauce and curried carrots, followed by a tiny walnut muffin and someone else making the damned coffee.

The universe is expanding due to entropy. My apartment is expanding due to the anti-entropy.

Where is the Department of Praise? I need to submit my application for their services.

I mentioned earlier that my SO's mother is coming to visit us. That's in like 10 days. (yipes!) So I went through some stuff today and *gasp* disposed of some things we don't actually want. Well, disposed is a verb form indicating completion, but they're all stacked up near the door to go out.

I had 8 empty shoeboxes (and 3 full ones which were full of things I thought I'd lost...) and, shockingly, 5 empty laundry soap bottles. I usually try to keep one empty around so I can decant from the brand new one to partially fill an old one, but in between they changed the size of the cap... so I was filling to the 1-load line but using 3 times the recommended soap by using the old containers. And honestly the new laundry soap is so concentrated that I don't find it that difficult to carry the new bottle. (Because I didn't buy the hogshead or the tun size containers.)

I am also sacrificing my collection of odd styrofoam. I don't have a use for it but I might at some point in the future, and one cannot actually buy it retail. I have a terrible time getting rid of things which cannot be replaced. I did save out the one piece which can be converted into knitting needle storage (I have a similar system now but the current foam is Swiss cheesed from years of use.)

I feel awesome though. My stuff. It doesn't control me. I don't even want that stuff anymore.

And my table is almost empty. I can see the sewing machine. The chair for using the sewing machine has been exhumed. I can get to the ironing board. I'm pretty sure I win.

So if someone could please send along my information, I'll be expecting my certificate from the Department of Praise.