When I arrive in the early pre-light dawn to start working, I see this quote, first thing, as I reach for my headphones, which never fails to make the day a little brighter. It’s from the late Hunter S. Thompson, from The Great Shark Hunt:

“Breakfast is the only meal of the day that I tend to view with the same kind of traditionalized reverence that most people associate with Lunch and Dinner. I like to eat breakfast alone, and almost never before noon; anybody with a terminally jangled lifestyle needs at least one psychic anchor every twenty-four hours, and mine is breakfast. In Hong Kong, Dallas or at home — and regardless of whether or not I have been to bed — breakfast is a personal ritual that can only be properly observed alone, and in a spirit of genuine excess. The food factor should always be massive: four Bloody Marys, two grapefruits, a pot of coffee, Rangoon crepes, a half-pound of either sausage, bacon, or corned beef hash with diced chiles, a Spanish omelette or eggs Benedict, a quart of milk, a chopped lemon for random seasoning, and something like a slice of Key lime pie, two margaritas… Right, and there should also be two or three newspapers, all mail and messages, a telephone, a notebook for planning the next twenty-four hours and at least one source of good music… All of which should be dealt with outside, in the warmth of a hot sun, and preferably stone naked.”

It’s breakfast at a truly epic scale, and I appreciate the sentiment, for sure. It’s a breakfast-in-the-mind-of-God breakfast. I will grant you that this is not something you’d want to daily, because you’d pretty much die trying – but it’s not a bad life goal once in a blue moon. And it makes the reheated sausage biscuit and iced coffee go down a little easier. 🙂

Todd Berryman
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You Know, Really, Just the Rangoon Crepes and the Sausage Hash and Bloody Marys Will Do for Me, Thanks