Olympic Breakfast
I have just written a post and deleted it. It has, so far, been that sort of morning. Julia is unhappy with my many failures as a husband, the weather is miserable and I can’t get a grip on writing a short post. What more can go wrong?
At the moment that is a genuine question, rather than a rhetorical one. Give it an hour or so and I’m sure I will have some answers for you.
Some subjects just seem to keep coming round in domestic arguments. I am, I admit, completely unable to read Julia’s mind. I’ve never been able to do it, and have never been able to learn how to do it. If she is, for instance, lying in bed and showing every appearance of being happy and relaxed on a Sunday morning, does this mean she is happy and relaxed and intending to have a lie in. I thought so. However, it seems she was merely waiting, like a coiled spring, to leap into action and devour the substantial cooked breakfast that I had no clue I was supposed to prepare.
I don’t mind cooking breakfast, but I only tend to do it when I know we are ready to eat. It seems a waste of effort to make a breakfast that will then cool and congeal as the intended consumer snores gently upstairs.
Even if I had cooked it, I would have been wrong. I’m thinking of doing something meat free. It’s healthier, better for our weight and, more important, it cuts out some of that carcinogenic cured meat we keep hearing about (or bacon as we used to call it). We all know that in a perfect world I would consume huge fried breakfasts, but as I approach my three score years and ten with a variety of ailments and a large amount of extra weight, compromises must be made. One is that we can’t eat bacon all the time. It’s better for us, and it’s better for the pigs.
Breakfast at Harvester
Could she resist being woken by the aromas of a freshly cooked fry-up
Difficult tom tell – sometimes she wakes, sometimes the lovingly cooked breakfast languishes on the table . . .
I share your inability to read a spouse’s mind. She kindly puts this down to the way that I was brought up rather than any particular personal failing. I am trying to strike a balance between eating things that I like and dropping down dead. Fortunately, I am very fond of beetroot.
hat seems to be a good thing. It is the one thing I have found I simply cannot eat, Admittedly I haven’t tried every food in the world, so there may be others.
Rick uses turkey bacon in some of his cooking. No nitrates and tastes about the same.
Also found this article on the BBC
https://www.bbc.com/future/article/20190311-what-are-nitrates-in-food-side-effects
Just my luck – bacon is bad for me, beetroot is good. 🙁
Interesting article though, and just goes to show how things are never as simple as they sound.
Yes, yes! About five years ago, Clif and I became vegetarians for a number reasons. While we both like meat, especially bacon, we haven’t regretted our decision. It also helps that there are a lot of good plant-based meat substitutes on the market right now, they taste pretty darned good.
We went mainly vegetarian, then drifted back. Am trying to correct the drift but it always seems more difficult to get back on track for a second time.
I understand. It was a gradual process for us. First beef, then pork, and finally chicken, which was the hardest for us. For a short time, we tried going vegan, but with all the other dietary restrictions, it was just too hard for us.
I think vegan is a step too far for me. A generally well-intentioned almost vegetarian is more my style.