I had the best bagel this morning. Okay, to be fair, it wasn’t the BEST bagel I’ve ever had, but it was from my favorite breakfast stop on the way into work so that bumps it to “best” status.
Almost every morning I pop into Lenny’s and grab a plain bagel, toasted, with plain cream cheese. In the summer, I used to pair that with an iced tea. Once it got colder and I felt like I was lacking some Vitamin C, I started pairing it with the fresh-squeezed orange juice (which, by the way, is probably the best OJ I’ve ever had). I’m in there so much that the guy who takes my order, Diego, knows me.
In fact, he asked me this morning where I was yesterday. I didn’t have the heard to tell him I’d brought breakfast.
The up side to having the Lenny’s guys know me is that I tend to get extra cream cheese on my bagel.
The down side to having the Lenny’s guy know me is that I tend to get extra cream cheese on my bagel.
I always think that this is a great thing until I’ve got that last quarter of the bagel left. I redistribute the cream cheese (again) and then I get ready to tackle that last big, figuring out which bites look like they will be the best–best cream cheese configuration and best bagel consistency.
This is dangerous thought. What happens if I fill up!? Then I’ve wasted those perfectly good bites.
This doesn’t just happen with breakfast–I can do this with pretty much any meal. It’s the same as when you were a kid and you ate all your vegetables first so you’d finish the meal with the good taste of whatever your side dish was (for me it was usually orzo w/melted parmesan that I was holding out for). Then, after scarfing all the veggies and eating the requisite amount of meat to ensure you would still get dessert, you’d be full. And all that fabulous orzo was wasted.
Or when you go out to dinner and you KNOW you want dessert. But then your food gets to the table and it looks really good and you can’t bring yourself to save it for leftovers because you KNOW it won’t taste as good when it’s reheated and then, next thing you know, you have no room for dessert.
I guess it’s just like the coats–when it comes to dinner (or breakfast), you better not peak too soon.