I don’t know what to have for breakfast at present. I eat a fairly sustaining but plain meal first thing in the morning – in the winter it’s usually porridge, made with half a cup of oats, half a cup of water, half a cup of milk and a pinch of salt. I don’t add anything when it’s cooked. At other times of the year, I usually eat dry toast and plain yoghurt. If I want, I might have some fruit juice or eat a piece of fruit, but usually I restrict myself to weak black tea – generally Rose Pouchong, Earl (or Lady) Grey or Lapsang Souchong.
Today, I didn’t know what to eat. I felt dispirited at the thought of toast and on a lovely summer’s day I didn’t want stolid porridge. I considered cold cereal, but I can only eat the first few mouthfuls as I don’t like it as soon as milk makes it soggy – besides, I’m not that fond of milk. If I’d had some lovely bread, that would have been fine, but I only had bog-standard sliced wholemeal. I didn’t fancy an egg.
I would have had some fruit, but I only had apples and a banana, and I didn’t feel like eating them. I considered Ryvita, but didn”t want it. I thought of adding Marmite to the dull toast, but it didn’t appeal. I don’t use butter on bread, only in cooking, and I don’t want sweet toppings in the morning. I like muesli, but I don’t have any in the house at present, and besides it’s awfully high in calories and I don’t like it so much that I want to put on weight for it.
So I didn’t eat anything until after 10 o’clock, when I remembered some leftover granary rolls, heated one in the Aga and ate it with a bowl of plain yoghurt. It wasn’t actually what I wanted, but I had to eat something, after all. I get bored eating the same thing day after day, whatever I choose.