Breakfast is an art form.The beauty of an egg cooked to perfection. The rich roasted aroma of a hot cup of coffee filling your nose. The crackle of butter hitting the skillet. The warmth of your culinary creation filling your belly after a long night.
Breakfast, for me, is not optional.
I rarely wake up hungry, and if given the time, I like to start my day with a big glass of water, then move on to a couple of cups of coffee, and after a few hours have passed I’m finally ready to dive into breakfast.
And I take my breakfast very seriously.
I do agree that breakfast is the most important meal of the day, but not necessarily for the healthiness of it. Breakfast sets my tone for my day. I need it to be filling, healthy, delicious, and satisfying. I prefer savory to sweet, and although I sometimes go with the yogurt or oatmeal route, my tried and true favorite breakfast will always involve an egg.
After boycotting the fried egg in favor of the fully cooked scrambled version for about 25 years of my life, I finally took a bold bite and discovered a deep felt love for the golden hued deliciousness.
And these days there aren’t many things that I love more than a runny, bright yellow yoke, oozing over a perfectly sauteed green vegetable, and softly soaking into a warm piece of toasted bread.