Desert Island

Yesterday, I was desperately looking for an idea for today’s blog. One of this blogger’s greatest challenges with COVID has been finding things to write about when I’m really doing absolutely nothing. You may have already guessed that when you’ve found yourself nodding off, drool spilling into your coffee cup, in the morning while reading my blog.

“Oh, Nana’s cranky again,” you say to your spouse. “So what else is new?”

I was desperate enough that I was checking out a “blog prompt” web site. One of their suggestions was to write about what you would eat if you could only have one thing for breakfast the rest of your life,

Well, I was thinking that I would just kill myself. I read the question out loud to Bill. No problem for him, because he could just eat oatmeal every morning. And he pointed out to me that it would have been no problem for his dad. Why? Because literally EVERY SINGLE DAY OF HIS MARRIED LIFE, Wilma made him bacon and eggs with toast. No exception. I’m guessing he probably had the same thing as he grew up on a farm in North Carolina, except he probably ate homemade biscuits instead of toast. Bill said his grandmother made the best biscuits ever. (Maybe that’s what he would eat for breakfast every morning the rest of his life.)

Breakfast is not my favorite meal. I don’t wake up particularly hungry. I might have a hard or soft boiled egg with a piece of buttered toast. Maybe I will chop up some chives into some cottage cheese. If I have a sweet tooth, I will pour some Cinnamon Toast Crunch into a bowl, add milk, and eat the cereal quickly because all I really want is the cinnamony milk. And then around 10 o’clock, I could eat a four-course meal.

If I was FORCED to choose a breakfast item that I would have to eat every day for the rest of my life, it would be the frontier burrito from The Frontier Restaurant in Albuquerque. OR, maybe a blueberry waffle from The Original Pancake House. OR, an onion bagel and lox from The Bagel Deli in Denver. OR…..well, you see why I’m glad that I don’t actually have to make this decision.

The reality is that I hate that whole what would you take to a desert island to eat every day for the rest of your life thing. I love many kinds of food but I would get tired of eating just one thing every day. Many years ago, I made Ceviche for the first time, and served it to my guests, one of whom was my sister Jennifer. For some reason, we posed the above question about the desert island. Without skipping a beat, Jen said “Ceviche.” Given that she had only had Ceviche one time, and it was about an hour before the question was posed, I doubted her decision. Still, I was flattered because the Ceviche must have been good.

At any rate, I’m thankful for the fact that I don’t have to make such a difficult decision. Now, if you asked what I would take as an adult beverage for the rest of my life, it would be gin. I would hope that the island would have both limes and olives.

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