There’s something very comforting about a routine, particularly when it removes all need for making decisions. I’ve been experiencing nights of varied sleep interruption for the last 18-plus months, as an uncomfortable pregnant person and then of course as a nursing mom. Decisions are the last things I want in my face first thing in the morning.
Breakfast is my favorite meal, whether it’s a sweet stack of 49ers from the Original Pancake House or any combination of potatoes, meat, and runny eggs on a plate.
The problem is, I hardly have the patience or the pantry for a yummy chorizo breakfast skillet topped with poached eggs and sliced avocado day in and day out. For a typical day, I want my breakfast to be fairly quick, easy to assemble, warm and hearty.
For the last two years, I’ve fallen into a consistent routine with my breakfast of choice, and I’m still not sick of it. In fact, I crave it every morning. And as long as I’ve gone grocery shopping and stocked up on the key components, I’m in for a yummy breakfast each morning.