14 March 2009

Breaking the Fast

You know there's a problem in your life when you can't make it to lunch without thinking about food. I don't mean like a foodie would think about food, "hmm, shall I fricassee my chicken this evening? do I have enough shallots? I shant think so." I mean, the "my stomach is growling so loud that co-workers in cube city are sending around emails asking if anyone else felt and heard that small earthquake," type of hungry.

Small forests have disappeared from our ecosphere due to the volume of magazine articles published on the importance of a substantial and balanced first meal that breaks the fast. Eating a little breaky-break isn't just a nicety, it's a necessity. If like me, you weren't taught the true art form that preparing breakfast can be, one that I never had as a youth and struggle with even now to force myself to develop as an adult.

I've heard tell that Steven Spielberg routinely makes breakfast for his many children. I think this is an excellent tradition to hand down to these future creative types. (Can you imagine Steven Spielberg and Kate Capshaw (and Amy Irving) rearing the future accountants and mechanics of America?!) What a great way to start the day with some stability and routine for all families; especially for the patriarch on-the-go. If, like the former Cal State Long Beach grad and billionaire film-maker, you do not get home 'til 10pm most nights, at least you can start the day expressing the importance to your little ones on making sure they have the sustenance needed to begin their day and make it to noon recess and lunch in future-executive-in-training style (who do you think has the better schedule, the film exec or the 3rd grader?). Seems to me that its all upside on this morning chef proposition.

What helped me get in the routine of breakfast was two things: first, I started working out (swimming to be precise). Burning those calories really requires that you have the fuel to swim 1/2 mile daily (guilt also requires a lot of calories to burn when you skip your morning workout). Second, I wanted to make what I actually enjoy eating. So, I bought a french press and have one nice cup of coffee each morning (with a little taste of creamer). My morning routine is usually cracked wheat sourdough toast and a poached egg, some OJ, and some cut fresh fruit. (To mix it up a bit, I'll have a toasted bagel with peanut butter and some shredded wheat cereal.)

When you like what you're cooking -- and I love my french press -- it's easy to get into the habit of a regular breakfast. Not only will you avoid those subway-like rumblings in the ole furnace, but you'll also have a nice respite before the day's traffic, tempests at work, and mid-morning temptations like the doughnut your co-worker waves below your under-fueled nose.

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