Back in my early days of NYC living, before I really knew better, I would eat breakfast every morning. Okay, allow me to rephrase — I would spend money on breakfast. Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, as the kindergarten propaganda used to go, and growing up in the South with an old school mother, I had to eat breakfast every day. Old habits die hard.
And I love breakfast food — eggs, bacon, waffles, pancakes, even cereal, hot and cold. Farina FTW! Soon enough, however, I realized the folly of spending upwards of $10 on breakfast every single day. From slumming at McDonald’s to getting the bomb omelet from Theresa’s, my bank account was losing weight as I was getting fat. So I opted to stop spending money on restaurant food and to start cooking at home, and that’s what I did.
So for the past several months, I’ve still been eating breakfast every morning, but I’ve been cooking it myself. Ten dollars can buy hella eggs, potatoes, and bacon if you know where and how to shop. Not only does the food taste much better (as homemade cooking always does) but the satisfaction of eating your own cooking is a feeling like no other. Catching the Itis because of your own culinary skills — fucking awesome, brothers and sisters!
This morning was a bit different, though. I woke up feeling lazy. Not lazy in the sense that I didn’t want to do aything, just lazy in that I didn’t feel like cooking. So I walked a few blocks over to one of my old morning haunts, Choice Market. I was put on to Choice by my homegirl Sheila G and I quickly got addicted. Their selection of baked goods is second-to-none, but it was the breakfast — the massive omelets with spinach and the freshly squeezed orange juice — that won me over. The food is so good, in fact, that I just wrote an entire post about it.
So, um, yeah. Holler at them if you’re in BK. They don’t have a website, so boo @ that. But they do have delectable cranberry oatmeal cookies. Oooh wee!