The Breakfast Story
So
what do you wake up in the morning like? Do you bounce out of bed, spring
in your step, mind clear and well rested? Don’t think so…Those
people used to annoy me, they’re generally too happy for morning
conversation and need to live somewhere away from me like Antarctica?
Everyone knows mornings are linked with obligation, tiredness, cold toes
and hot coffee. This is the way it has to be, because if mornings were
awesome the day couldn’t get better so we wouldn’t bother
going out. Maybe I’m different, but I reluctantly drag a whinging,
protesting even militant body out from under the warm sanctuary of the
sheets into a cold and uninviting reality that’s already managed
to get going without me. I don’t mind been left out of this, can’t
seem to work out why I have to be involved in the first place. 
It
seems to me that after this initial injustice of forcing a vertical sleeping
posture, its relatively easy to shuffle into the shower which after several
minutes of relentless pounding and eighty odd liters of precious H2O down
the drain, I am sufficiently awake to at least contemplate life outside
the bedroom.
At this point in my semi comatose routine, a cooked breakfast is like a dream I’d like to return to under the blankets, but a reality less likely that of being annihilated by an earth sized asteroid from outer space! To put it differently; the concept of eating a cooked breakfast is immensely appealing but as distantly achievable at this time for me to make as it is for me to start working for NASA as their chief rocket scientist. That said; I recently had a cooked breakfast at Mervyn and Wendy’s B&B Ceespray on Owen, one that didn’t require thinking or effort in the morning. I hence discovered there is life after sleep; something worth waking up for. (The thing is I can’t seem to convince them to let me move in!)
Let’s
talk about bacon and eggs, a real favorite for breakfast. On very rare
occasions when the tide is in complete equilibrium and dogs bark in full
harmonic balance with lorikeets while the universe stops rotating, and
when I’d actually managed the gargantuan effort of thought and action
and made bacon and eggs, I’d thought I’d done a pretty good
job of achieving this idyllic delight. Not so… Mervyn and Wendy
put an end to that vision of deluded grandeur. Having had bacon, eggs,
tomato and French toast at Ceespray on Owen I have realized to much shame
and embarrassment, that what I had been calling bacon and eggs was a drastically
inferior plastic imitation of something only sharing the same food group.
Mervyn
and Wendy are as skilled in the kitchen as any chef. Jamie move over mate!
I was there watching them put together a delicious array of foods, in
a highly organized routine like Torvil and Dean. It’s obvious that
years of experience come together at these occasions. When it came time
to serve the food (and I do it a disservice to call it only food), I was
rather astonished to watch Wendy decorate the old favorite in such an
appealing way I, (the artist I thought) didn’t think possible. Food
to good to eat! Save for the cliché but it’s true!
I
though maybe they were just trying to impress me, after all I was there
to take photos, but get this these guys do this normally. Now before you
fall over at the realization that there are persons out there in the universe
that actually care how you feel, remember this, all their guest get pampered
not just you! Now you may fall over. In my life, generally only few things
regularly and successfully retrain me, among them speeding limits and
my diet, (neither by choice, but necessity; The later not because I like
my diet but because I’m too tight to be tight – I need to
keep fitting into my clothes!) At Ceespray on Owen that unusual day, strangely
the NSW speeding limits we not applicable and so it was only my diet that
retrained me from asking for more. The taste buds turned traitor and were
begging for more!
Having
forever changed bacon and eggs for me, I have since learned it’s
only one of many unforgettable dishes served to guests. I daren’t
try another for fear that my own pathetic attempts in the kitchen will
humiliate me so much further that I shall be forced to move in? In a nutshell
then, two things I have learned. There are nice people out there that
do get up early and pamper to your wants like Mervyn and Wendy. And don’t
try bacon and eggs at home, Merv and Wendy do it much better!