The article below appears to mourn the loss of traditional breakfast. For me, it is a mistake to bemoan the loss of traditional breakfast. I propose rather than giving up the breakfasts of yore, we add more breakfasts. We don't have to cry over the sadness of memories of eggs and sausages as if they are broken love affairs. We can have it all. ALL OF IT. This is a call to arms. We need a second breakfast.
Now this is American-centric, as other countries already have the wisdom of having more breakfasts. And don't talk to me about brunch. THIS IS NOT ABOUT BRUNCH.
From: Cupcakes Don't Serve Breakfast
I believe in mornings. I believe in making the most of them. I believe that there is no better way to start your day than to wake early in the morning as the sun still rises, splash cold water on your face, and stand on the scale; then step out into the brisk morning air, jog around the neighborhood, working up a sweat in the solitude of your thoughts; return home, stooping to collect the newspaper from your front lawn, to shower, shampoo, exfoliate, deoderize, and change into clean, pressed, smart clothing; and then head to the kitchen or a nearby restaurant to consume, in the space of a few minutes, hundreds of calories delivered by a vehicle of largely fried grease.
In this world there are a surprising number of people who believe that sliced fruit, or yogurt, or granola—or perhaps, if they are feeling especially bold, some combination of all three—constitutes breakfast. These people are categorically wrong. They may consume these foods at the time of day associated with breakfast, but at best they eat at breakfast or a breakfast; they do not eat Breakfast. We must regard them with scorn, or pity; they worship false idols, they covet their neighbors’ kale.
What is breakfast? Breakfast is the meal which exists in slight variants throughout the English-speaking world and includes eggs and meat and something made of potatoes or bread and a hot beverage. Breakfast is the Full English, or the Full American, or the Full Canadian. Breakfast is a triumph.
Yet breakfast is under threat. Breakfast, besieged by the pathologies of the 21st century, is fighting a desperate rearguard battle for survival, and at stake is nothing less than civilization itself.
I appreciate the sentiment, even if I don't agree with it. As a full scale snacker, I believer in the hearty Full Breakfast—- my personal favorite is the Irish Breakfast, with eggs, meats, especially with sausage and bacon and toast with hot tea and random vegetables I don't eat.
But I also believe in the greatest thing Poland has contributed to my life: Second Breakfast. I remember in Poland, I thought I was eating all the time—I would eat a hearty early breakfast but then around 11, there was room for pastries and snacks (probably like tea in Britain, I think). Then lunch would be around 3 and dinner around six. FOUR MEALS. PERFECT. I got my meat, then my pastry and fruit—maybe a sandwich or a hot meal and then soup. If I drank beer (Mother's Milk in Bavaria) in the evening, hunger became a distant memory.
I understand the dilemma in the article and I appreciate it. But I also appreciate the fact that second breakfast could allow us to explore the entire world of breakfasts, where we could perhaps indulge in granola. Maybe a delicious almond croissant. Or maybe just a chocolate cupcake, which we will pretend is not dessert because it's carrot cake. And never with the sting of loss of Full Breakfast, namely because we will have just finished it a couple hours earlier.
Either way, the solution is obvious. We are Americans. We don't have to give up anything. EAT MOAR! When they said we could have it all, I believe they meant. ...for breakfast.