I love breakfast. I could eat breakfast for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Give me scrambled eggs (I also pine for them over easy, soft boiled — 6 1/2 minutes to be precise–or in a fat cheese-laden omelet), onion-y home fries, slightly crunchy, but not dry, bacon, good bread toasted to right before burned, with butter and jelly (I often leave out the bread part, but add it and I am in the heaven I hope is waiting for me), and we are good. We are good to go. We are so good, we are smiling like the happy face emoji with rabies.
While eggs are always my preference, I am also a lover of oatmeal. With honey or agave, and a sprinkle of walnuts. Waffles are in there. And I TOTALLY HAVE A CRUSH on pancakes, dancing in butter and syrup, but I only eat them when I win the Nobel Prize. I adore cereal–drown me in granola. I do not like fruit for breakfast. My stomach objects, my tastebuds are all like, “NO, uh-uh, we need solids, people.”
Anyway, as a breakfast devotee, I thought this article on what six famous chefs gobble down first thing was pretty cool. Bon apetit.