I was challenged by a writing prompt to talk of my best breakfast ever. I thought and thought, because breakfast really isn’t something I think about.
I have a great husband who does breakfast duty and cooks everything from eggs to french toast and chocolate chip pancakes and everything in between.
Right after this challenge was issued, I got sick and had to go on a clear liquid diet for three days and then soft diet for a week after. This all happened the day before Thanksgiving and we had already invited friends over for the feast. It was all planned: turkey, dressing, mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes, corn, gravy, hot rolls and pumpkin pie.
And I got: broth.
Oh, and water and ginger ale. Unfortunately, clear liquids did not include white wine.
I felt so much better on Thanksgiving day than I had the days before, that I was really okay with it.
It was my second day on the liquid diet and so I had one more day and could move to soft diet.
The third day passed and….Saturday morning I could EAT breakfast instead of drinking it.
What did I opt for my first real meal in three days?
Smooth, silky mashed potatoes.
I dreamt about those potatoes for two nights. I could pass on the turkey and dressing. I could skip the rolls. But, oh those potatoes. They haunted me.
My first bite made me moan with pleasure. Who knew potatoes could taste that good?
They were everything I wanted them to be. They slid into my mouth with ease and just melted down my throat. They were warm, smooth and delicious.
Best breakfast ever.