The best breakfast is made out of eggs, sliced tomatoes, cantaloupe, bacon, and coffee. There should always be a rode hard, put up wet waitress who's working hard because she has to and needs a big tip, a smile, and a retort to all her barbs.
I've always loved and hated food. I've run thousands of miles to get rid of the calories until I read a Gatorade bottle that said calories were, "energy." Counselors have told me that food fills the hole in the soul, I just figured it filled the whole of the belly. I think I'm more right than they were.
But the best breakfasts are the ones filled with eggs, sliced tomatoes, cantaloupe, bacon, and a gallon of coffee with friends. The friends are the ones who made the rest worth it. Breakfast is the time of day when the world is new again, the day before got wiped out by the night, and friends will talk about anything, everything, and nothing. They'll tell bad jokes, argue about politics and religion, and forget it all before the plates are cleared.
Menudo is a terrible breakfast unless Sandra Chavarrhia makes it, because she'll just smile and listen to boys be boys slurping up horrific cow guts. But what makes it a good breakfast is the time laughter breaks up the air, and the day's still new. Nobody eats breakfast feeling sorry for themselves unless they got it through a window in a greasy paper sack filled with ketchup packets.
Breakfast always starts with a prayer and ends with handshakes. Eggs, sliced tomatoes, cantaloupe, bacon, and coffee fill the belly, but it's the talks that fill the heart.
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