Are you one of those people that doesn’t eat breakfast, even though everyone from public television children’s programming to your general physician has adamantly insisted that you do so? Me, too. I’m horrible at breakfast. I’m one of those people who feels proud if she manages to pick up a pastry with her coffee at Starbucks before noon, like, hey, look world! Most important meal of the day!
Obviously, that’s total shit.
For New Year’s one of my resolutions was to take better care of my body. Not in a, I hate my fat, make me skinnier, let’s kill ourselves doing exercise we loathe and eating nothing but broccoli and blended drinks, kind of way. In a: nourish, sustain, move, enjoy kind of way. It feels nice, honestly. As a reward for my self-care, the universe gave me my period back; I hadn’t had one since I went off the Nuva Ring in July, so (for one month only!) it was like an old friend dropped in to visit.
But breakfast. Thorn in my side. I am not a morning person. I tend to wake up with the minimum number of minutes necessary to get vaguely “ready” in the morning before I have to trot off to catch the commuter train, and I am not a cereal fan, and while I love Starbucks’ chocolate croissants or cinnamon swirl coffee cake, I know that’s not a real breakfast. It won’t keep me full past 9:30 a.m., and then where am I? Eating packs of goldfish crackers to sustain me until lunch? No, no, no. That wouldn’t do at all.
So, this past weekend, I planned ahead. I bought:
- 3 red bell peppers
- 1 carton of eggs
- 1 bag of Trader Joe’s light shredded “Mexican” cheese (imo, the “light” melts faster and is less greasy than the regular)
I already had:
- cayenne pepper
- cooking spray
- a pan
I chopped one red bell pepper into quarters, and cut another quarter from a 2nd bell pepper; the other 1 3/4 bell peppers I will use for dinner one of these nights. I diced each quarter bell pepper and placed each diced quarter in a separate sandwich baggie. Then, I measured out a serving of shredded cheese per baggie (trust me, it’s enough). Finally, I dashed in a bit of cayenne pepper per baggie. No need to measure.
I wrote the days of the week on each baggie, and popped them in the fridge.
In the morning, I get up, run through my shower bollocks, and while I’m brushing my teeth after I get dressed, I turn a burner on the stove, pop a frying pan onto it, spray with cooking spray, whisk two eggs together quickly in a bowl with a fork, and dump them into the pan. I run back to the bathroom to rinse my teeth, then come back to the eggs, dump on the baggie-of-the-day, fold over the omelet, and run back to run a comb through my hair. When I’m done brushing my hair, my omelet (which is generally pretty darn good at this point), is ready to eat. Breakfast. Ready. Simple. Packed with nutrition and so fucking delicious you won’t believe it. This is my favorite omelet ever, and if you’re a lacto-ovo vegetarian, you can still eat it.
Anyway, thought I’d share, because this has literally revolutionized my morning. Triple kudos to Unfuck Your Habitat for the whole “prepping your morning” tip, because honestly, I hadn’t given it a second thought before I did this.