I do love breakfast. And I like our routine. Lucy loves her breakfast too, it is the larger meal of the day. Her dinner is a smaller portion.
Well, it doesn’t matter all that much what I eat for breakfast, which is usually at around 6am (after our early morning walk), I become ravenously hungry by about 11am anyway. This morning, I had run out of bread. Yes, I am not ashamed to say I have been surviving on the horrible Cole’s $1 sandwich bread – and yes, it is not gourmet fare, but it will do. Cutting one’s clothes according to one’s cloth is taking on a very vivid meaning indeed. Anyhow, I still enjoy my meals. I used what I could find in the fridge: bacon, egg, cheese, tinned tomatoes. The drink du jour is always the same, of course. Aspies need routine, a lot of routine. Coffee with chocolate or milo, depending on which is cheaper at the time.
(I discovered breakfast is called ‘breaky’ here in Australia (well, that’s what my Aussie friends call it) but I call it ‘breaka’ the way some Brits say it. Regardless, it’s always a delicious affair!)