Thursday, July 31, 2008
"Continuity gives us roots; change gives us branches, letting us stretch and grow and reach new heights."
-Pauline R. Kezer
Spouse and I went out for breakfast this morning in Cambridge- not typical of us in the slightest. In fact, in recollecting, I remarked that the last time we ate breakfast together in a restaurant was three and a half years ago, with Mater in Las Vegas.
I well remember: Mater's perpetual and inexplicable insistence on referring to our hotel as the Tropicano when it was in fact the Tropicana; the vast range of food at the buffet and the priceless expression on Mater's face as she perceived the latter.
I digress. I was reflecting on the unexpected breakfast experience of this morning. Pondering, I was, on a delightful little cafe right across the street from Massachusetts Institute of Technology; a tidy corner which had the air of being a favourite haunt of students, and the sort of place that one would expect to overhear a good deal of serious discussion taking place.
I was served two eggs, sunny-side-up and perfect, two pieces of buttered toast, delicious potatoes and a bottle of orange juice.
I quite like breakfast at home, with my hot, sugary tea and my familiar cup with its design of an elephant, and perhaps a bagel or some homemade bread. In truth I have not missed dining out for breakfast because I would rather wake up slowly and in my own fashion, and eat at my own pace in my own kitchen.
Still, once in a while, a change is the very best medicine, and the most overlooked. After all, I only have to think of Mater, of how happy she was to explore a breakfast buffet for the first time in her life, to see what wonders change can do for the soul.
Posted by Phyllis Hunt McGowan at 5:19 PM