Morning's breakfast

This morning I have a small steak seasoned slightly with Cajun
chicken rub, coriander, and marjoram, fried in butter until the
middle was hot, slightly pink. On the side I've got an egg, overdone
might I add. A piece of Thomas' English Muffin bread absorbs some of
the steak juices. And to top it off - bacon. Crispy, greasy, yummy
bacon.

A single cup of Yunnan Jig tea graces my desk, as does a taller cup
of Ovaltine.

Dale walked in and said, "Wow, that's a breakfast. You should take a
picture of that." So I did. :)

Sinclair has managed to coax a nice little portion of meat out of me,
but that's okay. There were some semi-fatty portions I wouldn't have
eaten, anyway. I included some good stuff with them of course. Just
because he WILL eat fat doesn't mean that's ALL he's getting...
despite his being a nuisance at the breakfast table sometimes, I
appreciate the kinship we share regarding good food.

I bet Atkins folk are cheering me while the fruits and veggies lovers
are going, "GAHHH!!!" And you know what? I don't care either way.
See, I'm interested in nutrition, but overall, I try to listen to
what my body wants when it wants it. If my mouth is watering for
steak, eggs, bacon, and a small side of carb, so be it. Must be a
reason. Given how my energy and concentration levels do better when
I listen to myself, it would seem to me the human body is pretty good
at knowing what it needs.

Of course... the tea thing might prove me wrong... heh, yeah. *blush*

HOLY STOCKINGS!! This bacon is SALTY!!! *cringe*

~nv
listening to Bee Gees
what mood is that, Mom? *chuckle*