I haven't been posting much recently, not because I don't have the time or inclination, but because I don't have anything to say. The most exciting thing I've done this month is go to the grocery store. Just getting out of the apartment complex parking lot is a death-defying act. Corollary to the previous statement: I don't cook anything interesting because the only way to survive until April is to buy in bulk and hit the preparation repeat button.
I can't talk much about my private life, either, because (a) not even I want to hear about my readings for Organizational Informatics and (b) when I'm not doing schoolwork or work-work, I'm pursuing a project which should remain classified for at least another half year. It's not that I don't trust you; I don't trust the devious strangers who stumble upon random sites and pilfer ideas from hard-working bloggers. You know, the same ones who leave nasty anonymous comments just to feel powerful...only with brains.
So for now, you just get tiny glimpses into my mental and physical life. Like this one:
The girliest breakfast I've ever eaten: a pink banana-cherry smoothie and half-bagel with Dark Chocolate Dreams peanut butter. One day, when I have enough money to establish a bed and breakfast and hire someone else to clean it, I will put this on the menu for any pre-teen princess visitors. I could also make a blueberry equivalent for boys, just to thoroughly cement the gender divide at their impressionable age. But I'm not sure what they would have instead of the chocolate bagel. What do stereotypical boys eat for breakfast? Bright Blue No. 2-colored Pop Tarts?
Come to think of it, I'm not sure what males eat in general. Almost all of the food blogs are written by women. I have limited personal experience, and in that personal experience males don't particularly care what they eat. My kid brothers liked pancakes swimming in syrup and cold cereals with lots of dehydrated "marshmallow" bits. My father ate Cheerios or Grape Nuts during the week and classic sausage and eggs on Sundays. Sweetie used to eat chocolate-frosted mini-donuts or Totino's Pizza Rolls until I pleaded poverty. Not only were the packaged foods expensive, but those medical bills later on would be too. Case in point: his father's breakfast of choice is a cigarette and a Coke, and he's looking at $50k+ in hospital debt right now.
What do your male relatives and significant others eat for breakfast?