QotD: The Best Part of Waking Up...

What's your morning beverage of choice?  Coffee, tea, juice?  Homemade or store-bought?

Vox has a "Question of the Day" every day just in case you don't know what to blog about. Today's question is "What's your morning beverage of choice?  Coffee, tea, juice?  Homemade or store-bought?" and considering the pancake photo and breakfast-related self-description, I thought it was only apt that I wrote about breakfast.

I love breakfast. I adore all the things that people traditionally eat for breakfast. Pancakes, waffles, toast, cereals, scrambled eggs, orange juice, milk.

I don't just like eating them; I like the way they look too. I like milk cartons, and I like looking at milk being poured into a glass filled with ice (they do this at Spinelli's when you order a chocolate drink). I like photos of food, especially breakfast items, and especially breakfast items that can talk. I was with Joon at Kino some time back (well, in June, actually, because I remember it was around her birthday) and we came across this notepad with pictures of pancakes, cupcakes and cups of coffee with faces drawn onto them. One of the captions read "There is no accounting for this taste".

Needless to say, I was jubilant that some Japanese people shared my unaccountable tastes, and bought it. I still haven't used a single page. But that has more to do with impracticality than preciousness. Writing fancy notes to your friends somehow only seems right when you're sitting in a classroom.

But back to breakfast -- I wrote that I was a maker of wholesome breakfasts. This is not entirely true. I've never made pancakes or waffles from scratch. I guess I could if I looked up the recipes, but I don't really have time to make baked breakfast goods these days, you know. Of course I can toast bread and add milk to a bowl of cereal but what retard can't?

That's what I had this morning -- a bowl of cereal with milk. Just good old-fashioned cornflakes with no sugar or funky flavours. I wanted to add bananas to the bowl but apparently a family of monkeys broke into the house and stole the bananas that my mother bought yesterday, because they were nowhere to be seen. And there's just no way my brothers could have finished the whole bunch overnight, is there?

So imagine this wonderful wholesome breakfast, without the bananas:

Cereal

My mother used to make these fantastic banana pancakes for us when we were little.

I can't remember -- did we manage to eat banana pancakes in Laos? I only remember the giant omelette.

Oh oh oh do you remember the huge breakfast we had in Bangkok at the guesthouse? That was just awesome lah. Well, having to later defecate at Chatuchak aside.