I’ve never been much of a ‘morning’ person, but, of all the possible meals in a day, breakfast seems offers the most peace and tranquility. Over the past year I have begun to appreciate this aspect of the meal more and more. Though ‘peace and tranquility’ may not be the most apt adjectives. Some breakfasts are spent hurriedly downing and egg whilst The Peanut tries to smear an apuu (read: banana) all over my pants. Others are spent in a small local coffee shop with a cappuccino and a danish writing to you wonderful people.
When I was younger my uncle had a farm in upstate New York. We would go there for a week or two towards the end of the summer, usually around the time of the county fair. Those were probably some of my favorite mornings, walking out on the deck in the cool mountain air watching the mist slowly burn away. One of the few times in my younger years I actually appreciated not just a quiet morning, but a morning at all.
The formation of the Breakfast Club is at hand.