In which my id and super-ego battle over a muffin…
I’m fed up with breakfast food. This morning I had a blueberry muffin from Dunkin’ Donuts. It was just so prosaic. I’m tired and annoyed by the dreariness of it all. Bagel, muffin, cereal…yawn.
I know this little rant can only come from a place of privilege and economic status, and I should be thankful for the easy abundance of food and the fact that I can pay for it.
But for just one morning, I’d be thankful if Combo #2 were to include an iced coffee and, say, crepes filled with zabaglione and fresh strawberries.