my life as a nomad

breakfast of champions

cold weather transfroms coffee from "occasional social drink" directly into "life support system."


gotta love it.


whenever i cook a meal, it tends to be fairly basic: hot dogs and beans. spaghetti. re-heated leftovers. you get the picture. it's not that i despise cooking... it's just i'm too much of a utilitarian to be spending vast quantities of time in meal preparation. i mean, look at it this way: you can make spaghetti in half an hour, tops. that includes boiling the water, cooking the pasta, and either making the sauce yourself or dumping in a couple of ready-made jars (som form of meat, whether sausage or hamburg or whatever, is an assumed ingredient). now i know i will enjoy that plate of spaghetti once it's done... in fact, i'll probably enjoy a couple of them. but how much more would i enjoy, say, a turkey dinner with all the fixings? it'd be more variety, and it would probably be slightly more tempting to the palate, but is it worth it to spend all that extra time preparing it? not on your life (at least, not with any regularity. once or twice a year is fine, as long as someone else cooks it all).


and frankly, i still haven't found anything that beats the peanut butter and jelly sandwich, accompanied by either a glass of milk or a can of coke, and maybe some cookies. as far as the effort to taste ratio goes, that's the top dog by a longshot.


the one meal i really enjoy going all out for is breakfast. i think it might be sort of a guy thing. i mean, there's something inherently manly about starting off the day with some gluttony. i'm talking eggs (don't care how they're cooked, as long as there's cheese involved), toast, maybe some bacon or sausage, hash browns (if some potatoes are convenient), toast, orange juice, and of course some coffee. i don't make or consume a breakfast like that very often, mostly because of time constraints, but if i had no concerns about cholesterol (which, quite frankly, i don't) and had plenty of morning leisure time, you can be sure i'd feast like a king every single morning. maybe mix it up a few times a week with some pancakes or waffles, drenched in butter and syrup. i'm getting hungry just thinking about it... boy do i love a big breakfast. cereal is good, but it doesn't hold a candle to the all-out breakfast smorgasbord.


lumberjacks are supposed to have huge breakfasts. at least, paul bunyan did. and he was a pretty manly lumberjack. according to legend, the griddle iron that they used to make his pancakes was so big, that the cooks had to strap slabs of bacon to their feet and go skating around on it just to grease it. no kidding.


speaking of lumberjacks... time to go saw some wood.

(get it?)



(i'm going to bed)


(after a snack. i'm hungry now)



-noonan-

posted by Patrick @ 10:42 PM