Words To Live By
[F]or about thirty years I have been showing my respect for the established orthodoxy by skipping breakfast. Two cups of very strong French roast coffee will do nicely until the evening meal, and anyone who tells you otherwise either works for some multinational that stands to benefit from your inability to govern your appetite—Post, Quaker, Kellog’s—or is a moron of the first water.
Meanwhile, in case you’ve missed me, I’m still off in Gradschoolapplicationland. I should be back sometime in the next few weeks, by which time I’ll be well on my way to garnering the professional credentials to be just as crotchety about food in the a.m. as the Good Porcher.
But enough about me. Take a moment to savor your coffee this morning, or afternoon, or evening, or whatever time it is where you are. Let the warm, caffeinated aroma swirl in the air under your nose, and inhale. Take a sip. Appreciate the flavor. If you absolutely must, add a drop of cream or a sprinkling of sugar. But don’t overdo it. Coffee is more than just a vehicle for caffeine. It’s one of those pleasures in life worth splurging on.