Look, I'm perfectly aware that what an ordinary breakfast is can vary from region to region or even from one time period to another, but I can confidently say my breakfasts have been quite ordinary lately. I won't say what I've been eating in the morning in the last five years or so, but I'm pretty sure you'll find that stuff dull, unexciting, nothing worth writing a post about, although perfectly fine to eat in privacy and not bore others with ordinary, widely accepted morning edibles.
But what if I tell you that it wasn't always like that, and that I have photographed some juicy moments when my morning food was messy, unexpected, and sometimes kinda mismatched. Would you like to see something like that? Well, you'll see it, no matter your answer, becouse that's what this post is about - bon apetit!
It was mid-July, and the day was going to be hot. I caught a few fish in the midlle of the night and prepared them at dawn when the air was still fresh enough to make grilling in the garden quite comfortable.
The fish in the dish shown in this opening photograph is a Sparus aurata. I mean, that's the scientific name of the species. In English, Sparus aurata is commonly known as Gilt-head bream. That's what Wikipedia says.
I took a highly prized, usually quite expensive fish and treated it like a piece of crap produced in McDonald's; Ate it with mayonnaise and some shitty ketchup with an intense industrial flavor.
It's not a great thing to eat, but it can be considered a pop art piece of sorts. There is a cool contrast between the wild fish from the clean sea and all that industrial supermarket junk together in a dish.
This shot was taken when at least half of the Gilt-head bream was swimming in the acidic pond inside my stomach.
Here you can see the mayonnaise and ketchup, and you can even read part of the text on the packaging.
As for the beverage to accompany this meal, I made a refined choice. Ok, maybe refined isn't the right word ...
... but you can't say that the fluid of my choice wasn't appropriate. The Freeway Cola! It sounds more American than Pepsi and Coca-Cola together, but I'm not sure that this thing is actually made in the USA. Coca-Cola itself is a shitty beverage that gives you too little pleasure for the harm that it can cause, but this obscure Coca-Cola wannabe is much worse. It tastes like Coca-Cola with some kind of cleaning liquid added. Total Crap, but seductively cheap. It costs next to nothing when on discount.
This photograph shows the poor dead fish from a different angle.
If you guess what I'm eating in this photo, I'll upvote one of your recent posts with my maximum upvote, which isn't much but is still some kind of reward; still better than nothing. You have ten seconds to guess...I'm counting ... one... twooo ...
... and ten. The red litlle things in the dish look like cherries.
That's becouse they are cherry tomatoes, probably one of the closest things to a cherry that doesn't grow on a cherry tree.
Here you can see some of those tomato beads before I picked them, while they were still attached to one of the tomato plants in my garden. The photograph was taken at the end of the summer, so most of the annuals were dry and wilted.
Here you can see the package of sour cream I used to make my morning salad. I think I added only salt and pepper to the mix, but who knows; it was a long time ago.
The tomatoes probably made a refreshing breakfast well suited for the summer.
The more I think about the less I'm sure this tomato-based breakfast is appropriate for today's post. I mean, does this thing even look weird to you? maybe is just a litlle bit unusual, at best. Maybe it's the only thing that someone somewhere eats in the morning. Who knows, people around the world eat all kinds of stuff.
On another occasion, this time in winter...
... I mixed the same kind of sour cream with someting else.
Yep, it was bananas. I added plenty of honey too. No salt and pepper this time.
This banana-honey thing must have been highly energizing, but who knows; it was a long time ago. My food-related memory isn't long enough.
Sometimes, for a good breakfast of champions, a beer is more than enough.
Especially if it is two liters of cheap beer packaged in a big, fat, refundable bottle, precious and shiny like an emerald in the gentle, harmless morning sun that we are talking about.
Only now did I notice the crackers in my hand. It wasn't a beer-only breakfast. That makes it normal, I guess.
Ah, the days of beer and roses. I don't drink that stuff anymore. I don't drink alcohol at all. It doesn't sit too well in my stomach. It sits badly. It sits for too long. And I urinate too often anyway nowadays-don't need beer for that.
Once I got a cake for my birthday.
A friend backed it for me.
It was a chocolate cake that looked like a top hat from a certain angle. That's a bit weird, isn't it? But that's not the weirdest thing...
... becouse, you see ...
... the thing started moving when I tried to touch it the morning after the birthday.
I was getting ready to eat it when it moved like a living blob, like something strange, not of this world.
Bubbles started forming on its top...
... and those bubbles soon became tentacles.
The tops of the tentacles were shining like living candles. Later that day, the friend explained to me that she made a magic cake using an old recipe whose ingredients I swore never to reveal under any circumstances.
The tiny white flowers shown in this photograph were picked from an elderberry tree in my yard.
One summer morning, probably late in June, I decided to fry them.
All the ingredients needed for that breakfast are shown in these last two photographs.
Here you can see a breaded cluster of elderberry flowers ready to be fried. Another cluster is already in the pan.
Ah, look at all these lovely flowerheads like litlle islets in hot oil.
I don't know how unusual (if at all) this thing can be considered for breakfast...
... but I eat it sometimes...
... in the elderberry flower season. The following photograph...
...was taken at Easter.
I ate the homemade pâté made of dried codfish and the homemade sweet bread with raisins early in the morning. All that stuff prepared the day before is the typical Easter food here in my area, but ...
... but it is meant to be eaten separately, not together like I'm doing here. That's the weird part. Meanwhile, on the kitchen floor, invisible in these shots ...
... two of my cats were observing something in the oven.
AND THAT'S IT. IT'S ALMOST DAWN, THE POST IS READY TO BE PUBLISHED, AND I'M READY FOR ANOTHER BREAKFAST.
AS ALWAYS HERE ON HIVE, THE PHOTOGRAPHS ARE MY WORK.