It feels as if everyone in my life simultaneously decided to get as creative as possible and eat the weirdest crap they could think of for breakfast today. And yet, it was my normal piece of raisin toast that everybody claimed "smelled weird" as I was eating it. The toaster burnt it a little, okay?? I think everyone should just be grateful they weren't actually having a stroke.
Anyway, to properly make sense of what happened this morning, I have to describe some of the events of last night. Maddie had her boyfriend over for some kitchen creation and romantic comedy film fun yesterday. Those crazy kids cooked up some Spaghetti Carbonara and then proceeded to bake chocolate chip cookies for dessert. This resulted in an unshakable Carbonara craving that began to burrow into Mom's brain as soon as she got home from work and only became more persistent overnight. So, after not being surprised when Maddie went for a cookie immediately after waking up, I watched mom begin to boil some pasta. As I munched my overly-crunchy raisiny toast, mother whipped up some Spaghetti Carbonara and then she and my sister enjoyed what mom claims is a "traditional Italian breakfast". However, Wikipedia seems to believe that the origin of the dish is obscure but most likely began as a "hearty meal for Italian charcoal workers" or is actually an urban dish from Rome.
You learn something new everyday.
Though the absence of tomato in the dish was not something that I expected, I don't believe that this family's breakfast was entirely tomato-free this morning as I saw what I believed to be the remains of a tomato dish on a plate next to father when I walked up the stairs. I have no evidence to support it, but I think it would be safe to assume that another toasted tomato sandwich was eaten. However, some cheerio mixing occurred shortly thereafter so, who knows what was actually consumed?
Actually, after some further research (A.K.A. asking dad what he ate), I came to find out that it was simply a chunk of leftover tomato from yesterday's sandwiches that made its way into father's breakfast today. Tomato and banana/chocolate cheerios. Yum.
The next occurrence solidified my idea that today is just a truly strange one for breakfast universally. I received a text from my boyfriend telling me that he was in the process of making a combination of onions, egg, cheese and toast for his most important meal of the day. Sorry to you readers out there, but I didn't ask for any more clarification on the matter. I was too incredulous by this point to ask any more questions and I just made a note of it to put into today's blog.
Now, I'm not sure if my paying attention and recording these events in this blog is what is causing people to go the extra mile and get freaky with their food, or if it is just making me see more of how strange my loved ones have always been. It's odd and kinda abnormal (I think..), but it's entertaining at the very least. I can't say I really participate all that often but who am I to judge? There really isn't much more to say than "keep it real, people" and "smell ya (and your weird breakfasts) later!"
I urge you to try the onions/cheese/toast/egg combination. It's glorious.
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