Breakfast

I'm not the kind of person who can "skip breakfast." I'd be a basket case by 10am, hands shaking, unable to concentrate and irritable as hell. So no matter how far I've slept in, there has to be breakfast. It doesn't have to be big or elaborate but it has to exist.

Most mornings a small bowl of Shreddies and a cup of tea is plenty to get me at least to elevenses. But on days when it's cold out, or I slept funny, or if there will be no elevenses (eep!), then the comfort of an egg is required. And having recently re-learned how to properly scramble an egg (thank you Jean-Georges and Bittman)*, today it was

One egg, one toast
cost: about 75 cents
location: the kitchen counter, eaten with my hands.

*Melt a small pat of butter in the pan (medium heat or lower), crack in an egg, sprinkle in some salt and immediately start whisking. Then you whisk frequently until it's just set. As Bittman says, "it's a revelation". Creamy, light, perfect.