Bob Evans at eight in the morning is a bustling place, especially on Saturdays during college football season. I know this firsthand, because Earl and I went there today. Three waitresses wore University of Michigan T-shirts, which elicited various responses from customers who were probably just laying down a base in their stomachs for the tailgate parties to come.
Being a morning person, Earl goes out for breakfast almost every day; but, being a confirmed grouch until about 10:00 AM, I confine my going with him to once a week. I can only take so much bustling.
Besides, I don’t like breakfast; it’s always the same old choices. Basically, there are eggs, pancakes and waffles, breads, potatoes, cereals, sausage and bacon, and juice.
Granted, these ingredients can be served over easy, well done, basted, buttered, and – in some cases – lathered with whipped cream. But there’s rarely a vegetable in sight at that time of the day. I guess vegetables aren’t early risers either.
Earl prides himself that he’s cutting back from eating about 800 eggs a year – that is not a typo! – to about 400. That’s he’s switching from hash browns to pancakes. Regular to decaf. These are serious concessions, since breakfast is his favorite meal.
What Earl doesn’t understand is that, for years, I’ve had a snack before going to bed. Last night, for instance, I had leftover chicken, mashed potatoes, and broccoli. I know conventional wisdom frowns on eating late at night, but I’ve stuck to it just as Earl has stuck to his daily quota of bacon.
I figure I just eat breakfast at the end of the day instead of at the beginning. The broccoli was quite tasty and there wasn’t a University of Michigan T-shirt in sight.
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