While I was reading a post written by the wonderful Homecookedem yesterday, I started thinking about my own relationship with breakfast. Unlike Em, I’ve always LOVED breakfast. Couldn’t wait to eat it.
When I was growing up, Sunday morning breakfasts were always decadent. Early in the day, my father and I would go out to the local grocery to buy the colorful Sunday paper (oh, those Sunday comics). We brought back doughnuts, pastries, bagels, etc. You would think that these delicious desserts-masquerading-as-breakfast foods would tempt my 12-year-old taste buds, but no. Instead, I would eat five of these:
That’s right. Five greasy breakfast sausages.
Now, don’t get me wrong – having the treats you really love once in a while is a smart move. But, thinking back on this Sunday morning ritual, what I most remember is the heavy feeling in my stomach and the hunger I felt not long after downing my Five. Having learned so much about how to nourish my body in the last few years, I know now the kind of breakfast that makes me want to sing from the rooftops:
Whole grains, healthy fats, plenty of protein, and fun treats that showcase my own personality.
There’s the health nut (Peter, don’t groan too loudly!):
The sweet tart:
A love of all things natural and fruity (Gina, this one’s for you!):
And the adventure-seeker:
Breakfast of champions, indeed! Today, I’m champion of my own happiness in health. Hey, that’s the name of this blog! 😉
After savoring breakfast and going to classes, meeting #1, classes, and meeting #2, I arrived home to find Peter giving dinner a final stir:
This is Paula Deen’s Beef Stroganoff on whole grain noodles:
The stroganoff was just so-so … a bit bland. Perhaps some hot sauce would spice it up?
With a side of panko-encrusted roasted asparagus (this was excellent!):
What a husb! 🙂
Q: Have your opinions/feelings about breakfast changed over time? If you eat breakfast, what’s your favorite?