There’s something highly comforting about breakfast food, and you don’t even have to eat it during breakfast time to reap its pleasant effects.
My first meal is usually lunch, but if given a choice, it’ll still be breakfast food. At home, it’s often toast, shashuka, and black coffee. I think breakfast food is comforting because it can be warm, fairly easy to make, and most of all, holds the collective belief of the promise of a new day.
Whether you’re eating pancakes for lunch or tapsilog for dinner, you’re carrying with you generations of people’s hopes of the opportunities a new day may bring. It’s a kind of sympathetic magic: that like will beget like, that eating food meant to fuel one for the rest of the day imbues one with the optimism of the start of a new day.
In my case, it’s also habit, and to a certain extent, ritual. Preparing breakfast puts me in the correct mindset to face the day, regardless of time I actually start it. The world is rife with uncertainty, so we try to find ways to stay calm while we do what we have to do as we move through it. A set of meaningful motions you can go through can help. For many (me included), it’s prayer. For others, it’s yoga. For me, it’s making breakfast.
I think it’s been a week or two since I last had a meal like this, and the lack of consistency to my day has been making me feel out of sorts. Gotta fix that asap.
Thankfully, surviving on breakfast food means not having to spend much on groceries. Almost everyone’s needed to tighten their belts during the pandemic, and I’m no exception. I just wish it were literal instead of figurative because I could stand to lose some weight. 😝