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Favourite meal of the day — Breakfast.

Particular with what’s served. From bacon strips to french toasts. Poached egg to an omelette. Pancakes and waffles, smothered with butter and maple syrup. Fresh orange juice, coffee or english tea. I want my meal to be especially cooked for that time of the day.

Judged by my weight and frame, one would think I’m not a lover of food nor a big eater. But I am. Guilty on both counts. However, I do suffer tendencies to nitpick. Somewhat seeking perfection or familiarity in taste and scent. Presentation counts. Timing matters.

That’s probably why I’ve learned to value my meals in the morning. At home or some resto, as long as they can serve the right plate to suit my taste buds at that specific time of day. They’ve become a source of comfort and satisfaction.

Mornings are great cuz I’m almost always in my best mood. It’s before all the day’s stresses arrive. I love the idea that I have at least half an hour at every start of the day to enjoy my food and look forward to new opportunities, seemingly oblivious to work issues and the rest of life’s realities.

Breakfast. Partiality due not only on the delightful gastronomical experience but also on the spiritual.

Trivia: (Top) Breakfast meal at Milwaukee in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam; February 2008. (Bottom) French Toast at Breakfast at Antonio’s in Tagaytay, Philippines; April 2007.

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