When I was a kid, I never ate breakfast. I mean, not ever, but hardly ever. It just wasn’t something I did. At least not during the week. I am certain I had a doughnut or two on the weekends when I was little — Donut Delites, after all, was right down the street. I don’t think I really ate it in college or law school, either. We’d go out for breakfast on the weekends sometimes, of course, and indulge in yummy eggs and hashbrowns, but that wasn’t every weekend. In fact, I am really not sure when I started eating the meal. I am sure, though, that now I really don’t function without breakfast. While not my favorite meal of the day, it is my most important and the one I worry most about.
Worry, you ask? Yes, worry. I often worry about what I will have. I have not found something that is perfect for me. The problem is this: I want something satisfying, not too many calories and portable. It’s really important that it keeps me going because I often work out at noon so lunch is not until sometime after 1. I know that you’re thinking, “Kate, you’re hardly a delicate flower, you could get by with an apple and all would be good,” but really, I feel a blood pressure drop if I eat sugar in the morning, which of course fruit is. A banana works better, but I really crave protein. Eggs are great, but who gets up and makes eggs in the morning? Well, Aaron will, but not me. I get up for work and leave about 15 minutes later. I get as much sleep as I possibly can before heading out. So, I am not making eggs. I go in phases where I eat Amy’s bean and cheese burritos for breakfast — not the breakfast burrito ones. These are pretty good and generally fill the bill — whole wheat tortilla and good protein and they come in at 300 calories, which I think is about perfect for breakfast (maybe a little on the high end). Sometimes I do a bagel, but I know I’m not doing myself any favors there. If I put peanut butter on it it works better, but ultimately this option just doesn’t do it for me. What I really can’t do are two things on the opposite ends of the health spectrum — doughnuts or oatmeal. Sugar crash with the former, gag reaction with the latter. Basically, I am on a quest for the perfect breakfast food for me. Which brings me to this morning. And I hope you’re sitting down.
Subway. Recently, Subway moved into the spot under my office building, which had previously been a pretty bad bakery. It was so boring looking and everything always seemed to taste stale, which seems particularly egregious in a bakery. Anyway, I was not exactly thrilled that a Subway moved in, especially since it moved from its former site, which was about two blocks away. But then they did something interesting. They put up posters that they were serving breakfast. And then, fate stepped in. Aaron’s mom sent us a $20 gift card to Subway for Valentine’s Day. What else was the universe trying to tell us other than the obvious: try Subway for breakfast? And that we did. This very morning.
I am happy to report that at a little after noon, I still feel really good and am about to go to the gym. Hooray! How did this happen, you ask? Well, I had the egg white and cheese sandwich on flatbread. With tomatoes (sorry, Kristin). It was truly yummy. I mean, not Sardine yummy, but Subway yummy. It was hot and the cheese was pretty melted — they do a weird thing where you get one of their normal cheese options (provolone, pepperjack and American) and then they add a splash of what looks like shredded cheddar or colby. It was $2 and 320 calories, according to their website. Had I opted for the English muffin, it would have been a mere 170. I am considering this route the next time, but the flat bread was quite good — moist and squishy. Next time? Yes, I believe there will be a next time.
So, since I can’t eat there everyday, I need to get some other ideas of what to do. Will you share with me what you eat for breakfast?