Breakfast and I have a love/hate relationship. And by that I mean that I love breakfast foods, but I hate eating in the morning. Okay so hate is a strong word, but I thoroughly do not enjoy eating so long as the numbers on the clock are followed by “AM.” I much prefer to start my day with a good, strong cup of coffee and then indulge in a hybrid breakfast/lunch type of meal once the hunger pangs start to strike at about noon. Basically I just want to eat brunch every day.
Such was not always the case. In fact, growing up, breakfast used to look a little something like this:
Yesterday was Valentine’s Day, which for me has always meant the celebration of two things: my grandmother’s birthday, and my parents’ wedding anniversary. As such, this usually means that a beautiful bouquet of flowers mysteriously arrives at our house around midday, and some sort of family dinner celebration takes place in the evening.
While flowers and fancy dinners differ dramatically from some of the original ways in which Valentine’s Day was observed, they have become staples of today’s celebrations. And although much of that can be attributed to the role that certain industries and their marketing efforts have played in magnifying the importance of those items, it still holds true that Valentine’s Day is a recognition of love. Whether it’s love for yourself, your family, or that special someone, why not celebrate that love with whatever makes you happiest?