brkfst: a history
brkfst started with a thirst, nay, a hunger for something more (than orange juice), for food. strange, I know, but it was beyond yearning and just before need… anyways, this is the history of jordans brkfst. it goes something like this. a long long time ago in a galaxy far far away…oh wait, that’s a different story. a long time ago, but not so long that I can’t remember details, I was getting tired of toast, or cookies and coffee for breakfast; I digress for a second to mention that before this, my Mother always made something daring and spectacular for brkfst. but now in times of late (aka getting up too early for moms brkfsts), I had run myself into a brkfst rut, not taking any appreciation for any materials and happenings at the appropriate breakfast times. filling my gullet and ruining my taste buds with the likes of acidy coffee and bland cardboard cookies. so I had a pre-quarter midlife breakfast crisis. thus, the brkfst (at) jordan’s was borne unto this Internet earth and laid it’s blessed hand upon my soul and said something so profound that I shall never forget it - “brkfst time for all should be shared and enjoyed by everyone” …wait no… “brkfst time for all and all for brkfst time..” I can’t remember… anyways I have always have enjoyed brkfsts; fond memories as a child in front of the tv eating sugary breakfast cereals with bright colours, and marshmallow bits that turn milk chocolatey brown; ah those were the days (they still are, I love those cereals, I just wanted to sound nostalgic for all the ladies out there.). peanut butter and nutella, the italian reese peanut butter cup for brkfst. how geniusly delicious is that? that is another classic favourite, much like mozart to a lover of classical piano. and so that yearning for delicious copius amounts of amazing food were swimming through my head like sugar plums dancing on a plate (which I have had for brkfst by the way), and led me to create, jot down, and publish my most prized, favourite, and for the hell of it, sexy breakfasts.
if this story, brkfst: a history, has made no sense to you whatsoever, than you my friend need a support group. there is no such support group for such a ridiculous ailment. …but if you do want to talk, send me an email to brkfstluvr449@hotmail.com
and so, as a history of brkfst comes to a conclusion, I bid you adieu, and will see you in the morn, at the breakfast table.
