About a month ago, I found myself up at 5 a.m., preparing meals for my 1-year-old before everyone awoke and I left for work. Sweet potato in the oven. Couscous on the stove top. Dicing the store-bought rotisserie chicken into pieces friendly for tiny fingers. Then I moved onto breakfast. Scrambled eggs, toast and yogurt.
I'm no chef, but it occurred to me that this food looked pretty good. I laughed to myself, realizing I wouldn't be eating any of it. I never eat breakfast, generally grab a grilled chicken wrap from the ABC cafeteria for lunch and get takeout frequently for dinner.