If you ask, I’ll tell you that I don’t like breakfast. That given the opportunity, I will choose lunch over breakfast eight times out of 10.
But what I actually mean is: I mostly just don’t like breakfast’s attributes, like the bad (early) timing of the meal*, the general shovel-rush involved and breakfast’s propensity for empty, sugar-laden calories that are quick to spike — and quick to plummet.
I need protein, I need dairy, I need fiber that doesn’t come in a nasty, powdered mix or meal supplement like Muscle Milk. It’s early and I’m cranky and yes, the food has also gotta look good.
Thankfully, there exists the fool-proof combination of fruit-on-the-bottom yogurt plus granola:
When you turn the yogurt upside down into a bowl, the fruit-on-the-bottom becomes the fruit on the top, a pink, strawberry-flecked glaze. Add to that a couple of shakes of granola, dotted with nuts and dried fruit, and, instant success.
Beautiful, and, more importantly, good for you: A Liberté Méditerranée strawberry yogurt and a serving of Bear Naked‘s fruit and nut granola collectively pack 2g fiber, 9g protein and 20% calcium into just 490 calories. Now that’s breakfast.
*The timing of brunch was invented for people like me.
Exploratory metaphors aside, this is some serious granola. It begins with clusters of rolled oats, bound together by a sweet cinnamon-y coating — the exact kind of clusters that are coveted (and sparse) in boxed, supermarket cereals like Honey Bunches of Oats. Whole walnuts and almonds get the same treatment, which results in a candied crunch to the nuts, which is a real treat.
Why buy fruit from the $7.50/lb. buffet at
Brilliant! This plan was working so well … until I got to the register. For my $5, I was given $2.10 change. Not to put too fine a point on it, but you gave me the wrong change, I said to the petite older woman who gives me change several days of the week. (I didn’t actually say, “not to put too fine a point on it.”)
that is, until now, two hours later, when I just crashed and burned, my sugar index plummeting, all my happy little heart, star, clover, horseshoe and rainbow-shaped marshmallows but a memory once again.
(It’s also been a few years since I had to really wake up and eat “breakfast,” which may account for something. If I can go straight to lunch I generally will). When I get onto a cereal I stick, I pick one type — granola, oatmeal, rice-puffed cereal — and stick with it for a while until the novelty wears off.
Before blowing the last of my pence and pounds on the most expensive payphone phone call I’ve ever made at Heathrow Airport the other weekend, en route home, I picked up a few new foods from the airport Boots, nearly the last of which I ate for breakfast just now.
All of the sudden the voiceover from