On day 59 of my 366-day self-care challenge, I started my day by going out to breakfast.
I love breakfast. I mean, I seriously love it.
So much so, that “breakfast for dinner” is not that uncommon at our house.
In part, that’s because our hens provide us with an ample supply of eggs, but it probably also has something to do with the fact that I’m an early riser. To me, early is anywhere between 4 and 6 a.m. On most days, by the time 8 a.m. rolls around I usually have a pretty good start on my day.
Breakfast has historically been a significant source of fuel for farmers and others who engage in physically demanding work. As a child, my father used to remind me that I was burning daylight if I lingered in bed too long. He wasn’t kidding either. My list of chores was long, and there were only so many hours of daylight to get them all completed.
While I may not be farming these days like my father and grandfather, I still love a good breakfast. My husband and I frequently start our mornings at a local diner on the weekend before we tackle our list of projects and errands.
As strange as it may sound, I enjoy the sound of clanking dishes, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, and the lively conversations around me. But I also love that my husband and I get to spend time together without having to clean up the kitchen afterward.
Also, some days you just need pumpkin pancakes.