Having breakfast in a diner is one of my favorite things in the world, and probably goes back to those days, right out of college, where my friends and I spent Sunday mornings over a leisurely meal at the local eatery, unconcerned with how long it took or what the rest of the day would require.
It was no accident, then, that this morning I ended up at The Broken Yolk, a diner about ten minutes from my house. I was kicking off the beginning of a much needed (and appreciated) day off as our district observed Abraham Lincoln's birthday.
My goal was to eat mindfully; Not in the sense that a two egg breakfast with sausage, hash browns*, toast, and coffee is particularly healthy, but because I was going to enjoy it and decided to be present as I ate it.
Operating on a teacher's budget, I got the breakfast special. Nevertheless, after it arrived, I savored the crunchy hash browns, and favored the egg whites, while merely sampling the yellowy yolks. I sipped the steamy coffee slowly and let the rich, full taste dance on my taste buds for a moment before it cascaded down my throat. Spreading the jelly on the toast, it must be said, was a kind of meditative experience. It was also an equally conscious choice not to think too much about the sausage, but just to enjoy their textures and flavors.
The point is: to enjoy a meal and be present for it, you don't have to have a $30 steak and lobster dinner with a bottle of Dom Perignon in a restaurant overlooking the cove in the sight of baby seals who are wearing jewel-encrusted bracelets.
Choosing the meal in front of you works just as well.
Start there. TZT
*I used to be very pleased when hash browns showed up extra crispy, because I love them that way. Not too long ago, though, I realized that part of being present is advocating for yourself and so now I ASK for them to come that way. :)