As an adult, I’ll admit that my eating habits are not something I’d recommend that other people use as “model behavior”.  Other than the dinners I cook for my family on most weeknights, you’re just as likely to find me standing at the sink, blankly staring out of the kitchen window as I scarf down some leftover from the refrigerator that didn’t stink or walk out of the crisper on its own.

Over the years, I have to admit that breakfast has just never been part of my routine.  I’m more of a “two meal a day” guy (lunch and dinner), but who am I kidding – I say two meals and then you’ll find me on the couch at 9:30 PM stuffing half a bag of chips down my gullet as I binge watch “Stranger Things” on Netflix.

Maybe that’s why I’m about twenty pounds overweight? Hmmmmmm…..

But I digress.

Not counting coffee (which I view more as a morning requirement – not a meal), I rarely partake in a regular breakfast.  Oh, there’s the occasional weekend splurge (and for some reason I always seem to eat one when on vacation), but other than that I’d say I partake in a morning repast about as often as I change the batteries in my smoke alarms – which is to say, rarely.

It’s a shame really.  The breakfast world has a wide array of foods that I enjoy.

Bagels and cream cheese, toast, English muffins, granola, yogurt, home fries, chip beef gravy, grits – the list goes on and on.

One of my morning favorites (when I do indulge) is eggs.  Any style, from scrambled to soft-boiled, omelets to fried – you just can’t go wrong with eggs in the morning.  My personal favorite?  Over easy – just enough so that the yolks are still runny and I can dip my toast or muffin in there to soak up all of that gooey, yellow goodness.  We used to call them “dippy eggs” when I was a kid.  Ahhhh, memories.

Did I mention bacon? 

Man, I looooooovvvvvvveeeee me some bacon.  Crisp, flat bacon.  If I am on vacation and there’s a breakfast buffet with a giant steam table tray of bacon, there’s trouble ahead.  I’ll punch a baby and swear at a priest to get a wheelbarrow load of fried pork on my plate, then head back for seconds – and maybe thirds.  Look out Mr. Cholesterol, looks like it’s gonna be a two “Lipitor” morning.

It appears that I need to either start eating breakfast more or adding its components to my menu planning as a “breakfast for dinner” night.  Good thing I have a big package of thick-cut bacon in my fridge at the ready.  The local toddlers and clergy are safe for now.

Do you have a breakfast favorite?  Drop me a note in the comment section and let me know!