After the trials and joys of raising two beautiful and quick daughters, my wife and I are enjoying some slightly less hectic mornings. A new morning ritual that I have begun to enjoy allows me to both let my wife sleep in and indulge some quiet time at the beginning of each work day.
I rise with about 90 minutes to spare before I leave for work. After oblations, I head downstairs and start water for a pot of tea. I am a tea kind of guy having never been able to really enjoy morning coffee. While the water comes to a boil, I drop a patty of homemade sausage in a pan ( the recipe in Joy of Cooking is really hard to beat for taste and ease of preparation), grab an egg and some cheese from the fridge door and enjoy the aroma of searing sage from the stove top. Some days these tasty tidbits fill a sandwich of whole wheat toast with cherry preserves, other days they can fill a warm tortilla with some chunky salsa, and still other days they top some yellow grits that slow cooked with a knob of butter in a quart-sized crock pot overnite. The water has come to a boil and fills my cast iron teapot along with some English or Irish Breakfast or on some days, Earl Grey. The sent of tea now mingles with the frying egg which has been liberally dusted with fresh ground black pepper. The tea poured, breakfast prepared, and blessings asked, I head to the office and fire up the laptop to read the headlines de jour. Some mornings, I enjoy the friendly banter of the Bill Bennett "Morning in America" radio program while on some mornings I simply enjoy the snoring of the dogs and the horn and rumble of a passing train (this usually brings to mind a chorus from Arlo Guthrie's "City of New Orleans", Good Morning, America, how are ya'?)
This has become a special time for me that offers both a chance to enjoy simple preparations of simple fare as well as quiet time for meditations on events passed and planning for the coming day. I try to follow the well aimed advice of living one day at a time and enjoying each moment of each day as a gift. The gift of this time has become more and more appreciated.
After breakfast, it's time to clean up and prepare coffee for my wife of 26 years. I am now ready for whatever the day throws at me having allowed myself this time of preparation and refreshment.