Breakfasts Like These....

Breakfasts like these make the world go 'round. They make other breakfasts seem like entirely different creatures -- unfit to be in the same category, let alone described by the same word. Calling what I experienced this morning simply "breakfast" feels woefully inadequate, especially when I can, with equal accuracy, call yesterday's bowl of Malt-O-Meal Cinnamon Toasters by the same name. It's like comparing a rusting Daihatsu with a glossy Lamborghini -- yes, they're both "cars" but oh the insult to the greater of the two. Yes, our language is painfully limited. 

Behold: three glorious pancakes from scratch. Whole wheat, little bit of cornmeal, little bit of almond meal, and an entire box of blueberries between them. Fresh tub of yogurt. Vanilla-apple compote. Metric fuck-ton of coffee. 

Thine jealousies art duly warranted.