They say the most important meal of the day is breakfast. And yet, I usually run out of the house with little more than a cup of coffee. If I’m lucky, I might also have a muffin or prepackaged cereal cup. If I’m unlucky, I might have plans to buy a candy bar from a vending machine, and if I’m really unlucky, I might be stopping at Starbucks. (I’ll probably feel especially unlucky over the next few weeks, seeing as how a change in scheduling has been decreed.)
I wish I had time to eat (not to mention prepare) a scrumptious, hearty breakfast every morning. I know a guy who used to have a TV dinner every morning. Maybe he was on to something. After all, what do you do after breakfast? Go about your day, right? And what do you do after dinner? Sleep, mostly. So why do most of us do the most after eating the least and the least after eating the most?
On the other hand, a microwaved Salisbury steak doesn’t really sound that appealing to me first thing in the morning, not that it will sound any more enticing later in the day. Call me weird, but I think I’d be happier with the efficiency of a compressed food bar or a vitamin-enriched nutrition drink, even if they really don’t taste that much better.