I don’t always eat breakfast at home. But when I do, it is usually healthy. It may be some oatmeal with fresh fruit, black walnuts and cinnamon or perhaps brown rice with lemon juice, soy sauce and a sprinkling of Parmesan cheese.
But if I’m running late, my breakfast is often a ham and cheese biscuit picked up on the way to work from a fast food restaurant with a huge container of unsweetened ice tea.
About once a week, my employer pays for breakfast and a restaurant brings in boxes of bagels with a variety of cream cheese flavors, muffins and other pastries, some meat and cheeses with biscuits and huge platters of fresh fruit. As we circle the feast laid out on the break room island like a pack of wild animals circling prey, we often run into coworkers we don’t often see and talk about what projects we’re working on. It’s sort of a working breakfast.
And occasionally, if I’ve had pizza the night before, I bring in a slice and eat it, unheated, at my desk. It's usually spinach and mushroom – so I tell myself there are some healthy aspects to the greasy, cheesy breakfast.
But no matter what we’ve eaten, half way through the morning, a silent signal goes out through our newsroom and a herd of journalists start moving towards the high-priced latte stand in the CNN Center's food court to get another jolt of life-giving caffeine to sustain us until lunchtime.