Pancakes and Eggs

I have been thinking of pancakes and eggs.

I don't know why.

But the craving hasn't subsided, though I cannot say it has intensified...

it just remains...

in appetite purgatory.

I have craved this pairing a few days now. And I am not a pancakes kind of gal, so I am a bit befuddled by it creeping into my psyche, every day, throughout the day.

I wouldn't call it torture or taunting,

I would call it unfinished business.

And today I couldn't help but wonder whether it was the pancakes and eggs I wanted, or whether what I wanted was the idea of a long, leisurely breakfast with someone.

And as I sit here, at midnight, unable to sleep before an early a.m. flight, I know that there is something more meaningful worth writing about, and yet,

these pancakes and eggs won't leave me alone...

Because a long, indulgent, carbohydrate-rich breakfast is usually shared by people who have time to sit and enjoy one another's company.

Pancakes and eggs are for gossiping, for some early morning romance, or for a look at someone with whom you've only had lunch with... or dinner... or a cocktail... or a latte with.

Everything is different in the morning.  It's slower, and it's deliberate.

So I am not quite sure when that long, leisurely meal will happen.  It won't happen this week, while surrounded by colleagues in a hurry to caffeinate before work meetings.

It may not happen anytime soon, really.

And maybe the craving will subside.

But I hope that extended, idle breakfast happens soon.  And I won't hold it against anyone if it includes a mimosa, as well.