Breakfast at our house. God, where do I start? Firstly, my co-worker abandons me to go off to his ‘real job’ where he ‘makes all the money’ that we ‘need to survive’. Boo! So it’s just me and the two mini people and not much time and a whole lot of demands.
Henry kicks it off by asking for something breakfasty, like ‘ce-wee-wal’ which is great. But then he changes his mind the second the milk hits the Weetbix and wants ‘Marmite toast’. While I’m making the toast (like a chump) he realises Mummy might be quite open to all his requests and starts enquiring about the likelihood of procuring an iceblock, some chippies, a muesli bar, maybe one of those delightful Superwine biscuits?
Enter Annie and that’s when I really start multitasking like a maniac, making her breakfast, fending off the toddler’s wild new ideas (cake Mummy?) and desperately trying to operate my saviour, the coffee machine, my real co-worker (sorry Tim). Wonderfully frothed milk is added to a delicious double-shot of espresso, stewed apples are added to Annie’s porridge (don’t mix anything up, for God’s sake) and I start spooning and sipping to the dulcet tones of Handy Manny in the background.
So breakfast has been achieved. Tick! On to morning chores. Wipe the kids’ faces. Change their nappies and clothes. Clear out the dishwasher, re-stack that never-ending cavern of dirty dishes, get the washing on, pack the nappy bag. Settle the baby for a nap, tear the toddler away from the telly with offers of books, playing with the train set or running around outside.
An hour later I’m packing the car when a strange feeling hits me, one that is not normally associated with the post-breakfast period. Hunger. Because like a total ninny, I got them all fed and forgot about myself. There’s no time left so I opt for the easiest, most satisfying breakfast available to me – Marmite toast. I’ll be hungry again in about a nanosecond.
So this week I took myself aside for a serious talking to. I needed to nail a good, nutritious breakfast. I needed to start the day as I meant to go on, with filling food that would fuel me until my next meal. I turned to the meal planners in Healthy Food Guide, which always start with a hearty breakfast that stops me reaching for a brownie the size of my head by 10am.
This week I’ve had muesli piled with yoghurt, fruit, berries and nuts. Scrambled eggs with tomato, capsicum, spring onions and smoked salmon. Avocado on toast with capsicum and a reduced-fat sausage. Over the next few days I’ll have Weetbix with banana and milk, porridge with chopped dates, yoghurt, prunes, almonds and berries, and kumara hash with rocket and poached eggs.
It hasn’t been as easy as slathering some Marmite on two pieces of toast, but it has kept me from snacking throughout the morning and set me up for more great meals and good choices. I love Healthy Food Guide, and now I love breakfast – the most important, chaotic, mental meal of the day.