The Creative Exchange

This was my breakfast plate on Sunday morning. But this is not right. Not right at all. I may not look it but I'm a big breakfast eater. I usually have my fruits first with chitchat (I talk at high-speed non-stop for 10 minutes with my non complaining audience Luchie my sis ;-)), then I have 2 cups of rice with main dish (chicken or fish and eggs), black coffee and later some sweet munchies (whatever leftover desserts from the previous night's dinner) . . .

But we all woke up late and Loyd left for church early and I was too lazy to cook. Luchie said she only has energy to do eggs. I looked at my plate sadly and gobbled everything in minutes. I was restless so I attacked all the breads and cookies in the house . . .

Wafers and cookies with cheese spread and coconut jam. This brings happy memories but I'm still restless . . .

Hmmmm, yummy cinnamon raisin loaf!
Now this required another cup of coffee.

Yeah, well, I ate the whole thing.
And now I think I am fine.
Luchie looked at me in disgust and boredom.

So okay I am pathetically sick. I probably inherited my late Mama's diabetes and my late Papa's hyperactive hormones. But when I do not have a heavy breakfast, my day is not complete! Besides I am super active and super slim so I can afford to eat a lot. ;-) I also have irregular hours than most people but hey, I am not making excuses.

I know this may not sound creative, Lisa, but I hope the macro shots made everybody drool with envy.