breakfast is not usually my favorite meal of the day... ...which my wife resents.
you see... it is for her.
she can think of few things better than heading out for an omelet to start her day.
but over the years, with all my breakfast meetings... i'm the one who usually ends up more regularly at "the bob"... "the crack"... or "the roxy." and my selection is pretty plain & healthy... much to her annoyance.
even at home, my typical routine involves some kashi "vive" cereal. i love it. if there's some blueberries or strawberries to top it... even better. emma, my "capt'n crunch" queen calls it "sticks & stones".
but today? today's different. today we have fresh peaches.
peaches are one of those fruits that launch my saliva glands instantaneously... especially this time of year.
they remind me of many, many wonderful times at the cottage on lake simcoe during the 'dating' months... the newlywed years... and the young kid years. and i can't eat them without thinking of beth's dad... pontificating and chuckling as he peeled & sliced peach after peach for whomever may be waiting to top their shreddies and inhale the fruit of his labor.
i guess they say "vacation" to me... and "family."
of course... sometimes peaches don't deliver on their promise... and the taste is less worthy of my fantasy. oh, for the assurance that these were ontario grown!
so... here i sit. pontificating in clarke's name... delighting in the senses as each slice falls off my knife into the bowl of s & s... wondering if they'll live up to the goose bumps on my tongue.
a fitting way to start my day... and first day with no radiation.
thank you G*D for creating senses! they are the poor man's wealth, the sick man's delight, and the rich man's toy. but they invite every one of us to enjoy the wonders of this life you've created... and anticipate a time when our taste buds will explode from your very presence... ...and everything will be as you always wanted it to be.