On Beginnings

It may be due to the fact that I'm rarely awake early enough to truly enjoy it, but I have decided that breakfast as a meal is both glorious and highly underrated. Take, for example, cereal commercials. These bits of advertisement would have one believe that a good breakfast is defined by speed and fiber. Now I'm not opposed to fiber on principal, and I've consumed more than my fair share of hastily snagged bagels in the car, but really breakfast has the potential to be so much more. To illustrate:

Imagine how lovely your day would be if it began with this tasty and beautiful spread. Note the pleasing color of the coffee cup (a new find- nice, no?) and the delectable pink of the berries in the crepe. As a self-respecting spinster, I consider it my duty to wring every ounce of enjoyment out of this wonderful and often solitary meal, and what better way than to appeal to all the senses? Now all I need is for mornings to actually get cold so I can really enjoy those hot drinks and warm pastries.