I decided last night as I prepped the dry ingredients for the pancakes that I really wanted to have some myself. So I planned whole-wheat blueberry pancakes (healthy!) and made berry sauce to go on top.
And then I lay in bed and fretted about whether I wasn't going to be getting enough protein for breakfast, whether the carbohydrate overload would make my blood sugar crash and force me to make it up with Swedish Fish, and shouldn't I eat a boiled egg too just to be safe?
But wait! That would mean eating TWO breakfasts. Surely that can't be right. Better just eat my egg.
But wait! I already made the berry sauce. Two whole wheat pancakes with a couple tablespoons of berry sauce is a fine breakfast. I am allowed to have this. Something different, for variety.
But I already know that I really do best if I get my egg. Maybe if I eat the egg and ONE pancake.
Now wait a minute. That's not "something different for variety." That's "my usual breakfast, plus a pancake I don't need just because I want it."
Probably because I think of boiled eggs as quantum entities, it took me a long time to come up with what in retrospect seems obvious: I made a ten-minute egg, peeled it, and cut it in half. I had half an egg -- that is, half my usual breakfast -- and one pancake with a tablespoon of berry sauce -- that is, half the planned breakfast. One single breakfast, the average of the "usual" and the "different."
And I ordered Mark to eat the other half-egg.
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