Throughout childhood our breakfast consisted of a warm glass of milk, a soft-boiled egg, and a sermon from our mother (“!@#$%^you’re late for school again *&^%$!”). So the second we became autonomous, we gave up a proper breakfast. And waking up early and being told what to do.
Our non-breakfast consists of
A cup of coffee, two if we’re not late for something. A friend recommended a local brand called 18 Days—it’s called that because coffee is supposed to be consumed within 18 days after the beans are roasted. (We thought it was a shortened incubation period for zombie plague.) Last Sunday we bought a 250g bag of Arabica at their stall in the food court of Cash & Carry. It tastes wonderful, and it makes the kitchen smell good.
A heaping tablespoon of psyllium fiber in a cup of water. Fiber is said to help lower cholesterol levels, which is always a good thing. There are many brands of psyllium fiber in the market; we take Megafiber because a friend foisted a bunch of samples on us and we got into the habit. The fiber in one teaspoon is equivalent to 14 tablespoons of oat bran—it would take us a while to finish that much oat bran, but only 20 seconds to drink the contents of this cup.
A Berocca (Vitamin B-complex, ascorbic acid, calcium, magnesium and zinc) effervescent tablet, because we like “effervescent”. Not for people on low sodium diets.
This is what passes for our health regimen. (To our credit, we’re not on any meds.) Then we go and have an evil lunch.