It's Not Even Morning I Got Breakfast On My Mind

The alarm clock hasn't even dared to buzz yet. The sun is still snoozing behind a curtain of clouds. But guess what? My brain? It's wide awake and screaming one thing: Breakfast!
Forget hitting snooze. Forget that extra five minutes of precious sleep. The siren song of crispy bacon, fluffy pancakes, or even just a humble bowl of oatmeal is too powerful to resist. My stomach has declared war, and breakfast is the only peace treaty it'll accept.
It’s a serious condition, I tell you. A culinary craving that starts long before the rooster crows. It's like my inner chef sets an internal timer for deliciousness hours before I'm actually supposed to be thinking about food.
The Early Bird Gets the…Bacon!
Some people might call it an obsession. I prefer to think of it as dedication. Dedication to starting the day off right. Dedication to the most important meal of the day, even if “day” is still technically “night”.
This isn't just a fleeting thought, mind you. This is a full-blown, choreographed food fantasy. I'm already imagining the sizzling sounds, the aromatic smells, the glorious explosion of flavors on my tongue.
My mental menu is constantly evolving. One morning, it's all about a towering stack of blueberry pancakes, drenched in maple syrup, so sticky it makes your fingers sing. The next? A savory breakfast burrito, packed with scrambled eggs, chorizo, and enough salsa to wake up my taste buds and the neighbors.
The Strategies of a Breakfast Enthusiast
This pre-dawn breakfast brainstorming isn't passive. It's strategic! I'm planning. I'm scheming. I'm mentally prepping the ingredients.
Do I have enough coffee? Is the orange juice chilled? More importantly, is there bacon?! These are the questions that keep me up… well, not *keep* me up, since I was already awake thinking about breakfast.
Sometimes, I even sneak a peek into the kitchen. Just to reassure myself that the ingredients are still there. Like a culinary security guard, protecting the precious breakfast provisions.
Occasionally, this leads to pre-emptive snacking. A rogue piece of toast here, a quick handful of granola there. It's all in the name of "quality control," of course.
The Joy of Anticipation
The best part? It's not just about the eating. It's about the anticipation. It's about knowing that a plate of pure deliciousness is just a few (okay, maybe several) hours away.
It's a mental reward, a little promise I make to myself before the day even begins. A silent agreement that, no matter what challenges the day throws my way, at least I'll have conquered breakfast.
So, the next time you hear someone rummaging around in the kitchen before the sun rises, don't judge. They're not crazy. They're just breakfast-obsessed. They’re like me.
Maybe offer them a slice of toast. Or better yet, invite them to join you. Because breakfast is always better when shared. Especially when it involves copious amounts of coffee and perfectly cooked bacon.
And if you're wondering what I'm having tomorrow? Let's just say I'm already thinking about it. Probably dreaming about it, too. It might be a breakfast casserole, maybe some bagels, or perhaps crepes. The possibilities are endless!
The beauty of thinking about breakfast, long before it's breakfast-o-clock, is this: you’re ready for anything, especially a really, really good meal.
Now if you'll excuse me, I think I hear the fridge calling my name. Probably just needs a little… encouragement.






