“When you wake up in the morning, Pooh,” said Piglet at last, “what’s the first thing you say to yourself?”
“What’s for breakfast?” said Pooh. “What do you say, Piglet?”
“I say, I wonder what’s going to happen exciting today?” said Piglet.
Pooh nodded thoughtfully.
“It’s the same thing,” he said. (The World of Pooh by A. A. Milne, pp. 147-148)
This is the way I feel every morning when I look forward to my pint of lacto fermented cereal. Afterwards I realize that I have to wait another 24 hours for the repeat performance.
This is more than just a matter of taste. True, I enjoy the taste, but more than taste, I feel the life of that food flowing into me. And this, more than taste, is what I want from breakfast. This makes breakfast an exciting beginning to another day.
It is the power of such breakfasts that make me realize others have to know about such foods. It is such breakfasts that make me into a “foodatic” i.e. a fanatic about food. I have come to realize that it is the food we eat that drives our lives.
Ellis Hein