Call me nuts. I’ve published a few of my weird behaviors and was surprised to find some of my readers didn’t consider me nuts. Or maybe me and my readers are nuts together.
So of course I notice that the standard American breakfast is immutable. Either some variation of eggs and toast or cereal.
I may have picked up my breakfast habit in the late 1950’s on a Kibbutz. But I doubt it. Israel was poor and barely surviving with socialism ruling the country. Breakfast was an egg, shemenit (a sour cream-yogurt combination), eggplant, tomato, olive oil and Russian rye bread.
I returned to America and ate the standard American fair.
It was after a visit, 15 years ago, that I started eating a breakfast salad. Which Israelis do too. Theirs is heavier on cucumber and mine is heavier on cabbage and lettuce.
But I love salad for breakfast. When in Japan I eat a Japanese breakfast with miso, fish, natto and rice. Which I can’t duplicate regularly back here in the U.S. Though I get miso and natto on a regular basis.
So who gives a damn about my breakfast. It's just to reiterate that Americans are fairly rigid in their breakfast ritual. And as the breakfast migrates to every meal all day, at fast food outlets, we may be at the end of the foodie era and the restaurants that thrive on it.