The other morning I made breakfast for myself and sat down to eat. I had just gotten a couple of my fave magazines, so those were ready to be perused. I made myself comfortable and dug in.
First, I ate a fresh orange. It was so perfect, it was as if I had never eaten an orange before. I could hardly believe it.
Next, I took a bite of a fresh toasted torta. I had spread some new-to-me imported Italian butter over the hot bread and when I took a bite, I could taste the fat of the Italian cream and the perfect, La Brea bakery bread. I was smitten.
I then took a sip of coffee. I had brewed some New Orleans chicory coffee and swirled in some half and half. The flavor was sublime.
As I enjoyed what I had thought would be a run-of-the-mill breakfast, I realized I was experiencing a perfect start to my day. As I went about my duties the rest of the morning, right through the afternoon and into the evening, I held on to that lovely feeling. And it was lovely. I may not have a repeat of that morning’s meal, but I do hope to remember the feeling. And I definitely hope to carry that great vibe through my days, as much as I can.
I am still in awe.