Tuesday, September 18, 2012

I Want To Go To There: Breakfast the Right Way

First comment under this photo when it appeared on reddit.com: "That balcony was meant for eating omelets on, every morning, with your balls out." - usernameblank

Which then reminded me of this excellent Hunter S. Thompson quote, one of my favorite things ever. My friend Todd and I used to each have a copy of this "recipe" for the perfect breakfast on the bulletin boards in our cubicles at work.

"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, and six lines of the best cocaine for dessert... 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."

One of these days, I'm going to completely create this breakfast set-up. Maybe without the cocaine.

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