[NYTimes Magazine]. A Glorious ode to breakfasts, oh! My favorite meal of the day! So many of my best memories are at breakfasts, and the first paragraph rattles a litany of memories of the authors, which captures this.
The easiness brought to breakfast, combined with the opportunity to sate a real hunger born of privation due to unconsciousness, makes it the only meal which asks for itself. Never so full as after, nearly anything can be eaten. And friends for breakfast -- an hour or two of casual regard, lounging about before the day rolls into view.
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