Last week started with another expedition to the huge warehouse store where not too long ago I got the best sprouted rice ever. This time I came home with kind of insane amounts of cheese. They’d be fine quantities for a small restaurant, but for a normal home, not so much. My husband is still a little alarmed, but I couldn’t be happier.
Breakfast is my favorite meal of the day. I go through stages, the latest being several years of eggs over easy with varying sauces, breads and sides. With the appearance of ten tons of cheese, I’m on an omelet kick (again).
This morning breakfast was a tomato and blue cheese omelet with a dollop of créme fraîche and a few drops of homemade salsa. Ayurvedic it is not, since tomatoes are supposed to be avoided, but both cheese and salsa are heating and it’s supposedly winter still, so not too bad. Most importantly it did wonders for my happiness. Few things compare to the anticipation of sitting down to a great meal. It’s the cornerstone of mindful eating.
And mindful eating is slow eating that invites fully experiencing our food, right? Well if you’ve ever had blue cheese you know scarfing it down is really not an option, not only because it would be oh-so-wrong to not take your time with great cheese, but because it’s really potent. Slow and in moderate amounts is rather a necessary part of enjoying (rather than feeling assaulted by) a blue cheese omelet. At least in my world that’s the case.
My to-do list is long and my worries are many, but I can look forward to any day that starts with a nice calm, heavenly homemade breakfast. Especially one that involves blue cheese.
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