I'm a creature of habit.
I think most people are, but the degree to which I am is a little bit crazy. Like, eating the same breakfast for countless years of my life kind of crazy. And! I look forward to it the night before! The only time I strayed from my routine for an extended period of time was in Greece, and while I was there, I ate yogurt with honey for breakfast every single day.
I like what I like!
(I'm guessing most food writers are not like me. I'm in my own caliber of strange, in the same way I still drink chocolate milk and deconstruct my granola bars so I can eat all the chocolate chips last. This is what happens when only children are left alone.)
So, my breakfast. Sometime when I was in high school, my family and I stayed at a hotel in Hawaii where they served a bowl of fruit--berries, bananas, shaved coconut--with a side of cream to pour over it and eat.
Breakfast dessert, really.
This was heavenly, and I brought the concept back to New Mexico, but with milk instead of cream, and sans the coconut shavings because they're hard to come by. Over the years, milk has transformed to soy milk and almond milk, but the basic gist remains the same. Berries, bananas, milk. Plus my coffee.
Well, for the last two weeks I haven't had my breakfast, and today was the first time since January 7th I reintroduced my berries. I prepared my bowl. I opened a book. I took my first bite. And it was the most wonderful morning!
It was as decadent as that first day in Hawaii so many moons ago, and even though I know I can live without it, it was nice to be back to my routine.