i’ve been a baby lately about eating breakfast. partly because i keep forgetting to buy my favorite toast every time i go to the store, (grains galore from farm to market bread company in kc ~ so yummy) and partly because i want to eat something healthy, but love breakfast food that’s a little more fattening and decadent. also, i just get bored.
it’s not cool enough outside to make a big pot of oatmeal, which really sounds good to me lately. i think i’ll wait another week on that.
so i ransacked my empty fridge this morning and just made whatever was in there, even if it was too fattening.
have you ever had eggs with jelly? i love the salty, cheesy flavor of eggs, mixed with toast and jam, so i made it all into a sandwich. i took a hamburger bun from the back of the fridge, and browned it in a pan with two eggs, topped with feta cheese and lots of pepper. then, i slathered one side of the bun with strawberry-rhubarb preserves. and made one piece of bacon in the microwave. it’s really, really good.
and now that i’ve eaten it, i feel sick. i think i’m really lucky in this way ~ my body is like a huge “that’s bad for you” alarm. i guess we’re all that way, but i really hear it. before the sandwich was gone, i started getting sick from it. too rich, too much sugar, that nasty white bread, etc.
i feel sick every single time i eat “american” food. i never felt bad in italy. it helped that we always had to walk home after dinner, sure. but me and american food don’t mix. but what am i going to do? i live here, and i don’t want to live in a bubble.
this is just food we’re talking about here, but sometimes i feel like i don’t belong in america.