Top Five: Breakfast

It is lucky I do not hope to be a food blogger or stylish fashionista dispensing advice... You'd be unimpressed a) by some of the gruel I serve up and b) my mothers shoes I am now wearing to work daily on account of saving money for a house*. There is also the small matter of an extremely warm but ugly polar fleece jumper - I cannot believe I once pooh-poohed this very functional fabric. What was I thinking (in my attractive but non-wind resistant clothing)?

But I digress. Things were looking up this morning! Carney got out of bed early and was going to make an omlette. For us, I assumed. I lay thinking happy thoughts of breakfast in bed, until a it became clear while the omlette was definately ready, it was not coming my way. 'I'm starving!!' I yelled, 'I'm so very hungry!'. This, to the click click of a knife and fork and the crunch of some very tasty toast. 'I'm withering away... I feel weak...'. I yelled, 'Did you hear that? That was the sound of my bones crunching as I try to raise myself...'.

But nothing.

Which is fine, because I don't actually like omlettes anyway.

This is all a long winded introduction to my top five things to do with breakfast:
1. The paper. Refer to previous top five.
2. Frozen grapes. I am a creature of habit. I happily eat the same thing everyday and my favourite same thing is frozen grapes, consumed as soon as one rolls out of bed.
3. Earl Grey tea. With milk.
4. Muesli and yoghurt with psyllium husks. Without lowering the tone, psyllium husks are amazing on so many levels, chief among these is that they produce teflon poo (sometimes suddenly).
5. Good raison toast. As opposed to bad raison toast, which is very, very, bad. You know who you are Laurent, little cafe in Melbourne CBD where I consumed one post fun run breakfast and was extremely disappointed. Nay, inconsolable.

Kitty x

* These shoes are extremely comfortable. They really are Easy Steps. I feel like my foot is cushioned a small ergonomic cloud of marshmallow/cotton buds.