But, really, it was ice cream. Neapolitan ice cream to be exact.
Ice cream is dessert.
Breakfast is supposed to be the most important meal of the day. But for most of my life, breakfast has been an excuse to eat an early morning dessert without being bothered by pesky things like eating an actual meal first. I usually stick with the socially acceptable dessert breakfasts - those foods we all seem to pretend are legitimate breakfast foods instead of desserts - but I have also finished off a piece of leftover cake or pie.
Socially Acceptable Dessert Breakfasts:
1. Anything made by Little Debbie
2. Cinnamon Rolls
3. Coffee Cake
7. Muffins (more chocolate chips, less bran)
8. Nutella Crepes
9. Pancakes and Syrup (anything with syrup, really)
10. Pop Tarts
11. Reese's Puffs (and other sugar-laden cereals)
When I am not trying to fulfill my dessert requirements early, I am more likely to reach for a piece of cold pizza than something actually healthy.
I have to wonder, are the rest of you are out there making egg white omelets each morning? Steel rolled oatmeal without a generous addition of butter, whole milk, and brown sugar? Non-sweetened Greek yogurt with protein powder stirred in for good measure? Or do you break your fast with one of those socially acceptable dessert breakfasts?
The blame for my breakfast choices could be laid with my father, who usually picked up something at the gas station on the way to school (and thus began my love affair with Little Debbie treats), but I am thirty years old. I am responsible for my choices, and I could be making better ones. Clearly I did not decide to do that this morning when I reached for the ice cream.
But, honestly, I enjoyed every sugar-filled bite, and I do not feel bad about it.