You know you're getting older when you start to really appreciate mornings.
Gone are the days of sleeping in late on a Saturday, only to lazily roll out of bed around 3 in the afternoon, scavenge for food (is it lunchtime? dinnertime? who knows?), shower (maybe), and start making Saturday night plans.
Nowadays, I feel like my morning is wasted if I'm not out of bed by 11. (OK, 11 is still pretty late by morning people's standards, but c'mon. I am just 25, after all.) I've seen many a wasted morning, but I'm getting better. Today I was out of bed by 10:30. Yesterday, 10. There's something about being up early on a sunny day, in a quiet apartment, knowing the whole day is ahead of me, that makes me completely content with life.
Now just because I'm starting to embrace my mornings doesn't mean I've become a morning person. I like my mornings calm and relaxed. That means I don't get up and clean, or work out, or make phone calls, or get much done at all. My productivity is limited to reading blogs and exploring Flickr and writing while eating breakfast -- usually a bowl of Ramen with egg, or an omelet, or black beans and eggs, or basically anything in my fridge topped with fried eggs.
Yesterday, it was everything in my fridge topped with fried eggs.
My everything skillet consisted of potatoes, spinach, grape tomatoes, green peppers, and onions. I didn't bother putting the leftovers in the fridge right away; instead, I picked at them throughout the day as they sat cold and unattended on the stove. Is that wrong?
When I woke up this morning, I opened the window to find a warm and sunny day. Good morning, indeed. I ate the rest of the everything skillet mixed with white rice, soy sauce, and scrambled eggs, and began my morning ritual of blogging and Flickr-ing. It was so nice, I even found myself a little optimistic. Maybe winter is over. Maybe spring really is near. Maybe the green will come sooner than I think...
To celebrate the coming of green (and St. Patrick's Day!), I made green soup (adapted from here and here and here). It made me feel fresh and healthy.
Soup on a warm day? Well, I figured I've been slacking in the soup department all winter, and my poor stick blender is probably feeling neglected, so I might as well make a nice, creamy soup while the season's still right.
Now if only I could feel this enthusiastic at 7 in the morning on a Monday...