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The breakfast thing. July 24, 2013

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Do you eat breakfast? Silence Dogood here. The Powers That Be have been very heavy-handed on the breakfast front, assuring us that we can’t lose weight or even stay alive (and avoid major diseases like diabetes and heart disease, as well as obesity) if we don’t regularly consume a hefty breakfast, whether we’re hungry or not.

Then today I read a study that concluded that people who skip breakfast tend to be slimmer than those who make a point of dutifully eating it. What’s the takeaway here?

I say, let’s go with our common sense. If you’re hungry in the early morning, eat breakfast then. If you don’t get hungry until 10 a.m., eat breakfast then. Eat when you get hungry, not when you’re “supposed to,” whether that means you eat at at 10, 3, and 8 or 7, 12, and 6. And eat not only when your body tells you, but what your body tells you, whether it’s a salad and cheese for breakfast or an omelette and toast for supper. Trust it, it knows what it’s doing, which is trying to keep you healthy and alive.

‘Til next time,



What do you eat for breakfast? November 14, 2012

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Silence Dogood here. I just read an article on Yahoo! about how Canadian researchers had discovered that fast-food breakfast sandwiches (you know, the ones with an egg, cheese and ham) constricted the bloodflow in even otherwise healthy twentysomethings after they ate one. Twentysomethings! After they ate one. Listen up, folks, especially if you’re not in your twenties and are concerned about your vascular health, not to mention belly fat and metabolic syndrome. (Dementia was also mentioned, but I don’t even want to go there.) Skip the breakfast sandwich and you might just be skipping increased risk for heart attack, stroke and diabetes.

Even worse, the article went on, was to skip breakfast altogether, which led to a21% weight increase, more belly fat, and metabolic syndrome (the precursor to type 2 diabetes). So okay, what should you eat for breakfast? Eggs, bacon and toast? A fat pile of pancakes or waffles smothered in syrup? Grits, eggs over easy, and biscuits? French toast and a fruit compote? The author suggested whole-grain cereal and fat-free milk or plain fat-free yogurt.

Well, sorry, I beg to differ. With apologies to whole-grain shredded wheat, boxed breakfast cereal reminds me forcibly of dry dogfood. It may be high in fiber and nutrients, but who’d actually want to eat it? Give me a nice slice of delicious whole-grain bread anytime, accompanied by an apple and some cheese. Protein, fiber, vitamins: What’s not to love?!

But this past weekend, I encountered someone who ate the world’s healthiest breakfast, a breakfast I’d be happy to embrace (assuming our friend Ben could be talked into it; his idea of a great breakfast is fried eggs or a cheese omelette, rye toast, home fries, sauteed apples, and bacon and/or sausage). I was in Nashville visiting my father and his partner Alice, and we went to one of my favorite restaurants there, Anatolia, a Turkish restaurant.

As longtime readers know, my appetite isn’t likely to rival Paul Bunyan’s, or even a normal American’s. I love my food, but can’t eat much of it at a time. So I thank God daily for take-home containers, and when I eat out, plan what I order with the inevitable container in mind. At Anatolia, I’m always torn between the delicious vegetarian options: hummus and baba ghannouj, a thick seasoned yogurt and pita, falafel, an assortment of Turkish-inspired salads, and vegetarian soups, stews, and entrees. It’s unwise to pass over the hot, delicious homemade whole-grain bread with dipping oil and herbs that makes a complimentary appearance on every table.

I don’t doubt for a moment that the veggie entrees are delicious, but I confess I’ve never had one. I absolutely love the appetizers and salads (not to mention the house bread), and have never been able to forgo them in favor of a main course. I love their hummus, their take on baba ghannouj, their seasoned yogurt, their yummy salads, their falafel. But best of all, I love something I’ve never encountered anywhere else. I don’t even know the name of this appetizer, but to me, it’s perfect: phyllo dough wrapped cigar-fashion around feta cheese, crisped up, and served with rose-petal honey as a dipping sauce. The crunch of the phyllo wrapper, the hot, salty, melting feta inside, the luscious honey and gorgeous color of the dipping sauce: perfect. Sweet, salty, melting, crunchy: What more is there to say?!

Well, something about breakfast. One of the brothers who co-own Anatolia also happened to be our waiter last Saturday night. He was very familiar with my father and Alice, and had doubtless seen me on numerous past occasions as well. I don’t know if it was my order or my enthusiasm, but whatever the case, he loosened up and began talking about Turkish cuisine, and in particular, Turkish breakfasts. He pointed out that bread was the heart of every Turkish meal. (By which of course he meant hot, fresh-from-the oven, hearty homemade bread and pita, not nasty, nutrient-free, squishy Wonderbread-style “balloon bread.”) And the hot breakfast bread was accompanied by thick, plain yogurt for dipping and a simple fresh salad, such as the one I’d just ordered, with crunchy Romaine lettuce, cucumbers, ripe tomatoes, and onion, topped with some crumbled feta and an olive oil and lemon vinaigrette.

Yum! This sounded good to me, and as I left the restaurant with my typical array of takeout containers, I decided to try it the following morning. I warmed the bread in the toaster oven, brought the yogurt dip and salad to room temperature, dressed the salad and drizzled a little olive oil and an herb mix over the bread, and sat down to enjoy my morning meal while my father and Alice politely pretended that they didn’t see what I was doing. (As the sole family vegetarian, I’ve become quite used to this over the years.) It was delicious and inarguably nutritious, and not greasy and too filling like other breakfasts I could name. I was convinced. The next morning, sadly without either Anatolia leftovers or access to a grocery, I had a slice of multigrain bread with a drizzle of extra-virgin olive oil and salt and some sliced cukes and ripe heirloom tomatoes (Nashville’s still getting them, and aren’t all of us jealous?!), topped with crumbled feta and a little oil, salt and cracked black pepper. I loved it.

I don’t like, have never liked, a cold breakfast. Cold breakfast cereal makes me think of sickeningly sweet cardboard. I do love freshly made, thick, hot grits, drenched in butter and topped with ample salt and pepper, but there’s no way I can convince myself that this is healthy fare. I’d bet even the fast-food breakfast sandwich would win hands-down, and even without the biscuit. I also love hot oatmeal, which actually is good for you, and I finally figured out how to make it fast and fabulous without sacrificing flavor or nutrients.

Here’s the trick. First, never, ever buy so-called “instant” oatmeal or oatmeal that’s been doctored with endless junk and turned into candy. But hey, you don’t want to stand over the stove stirring a gluey pot of oatmeal while you’re racing to feed everyone and rush out the door? No worries. Buy plain “quick”—not instant—oatmeal. Pour boiling water over it. The end! It cooks just as fast as the “instant” stuff, and you get all the flavor, texture, and nutrients. Eat it with slivered almonds, fat-free milk, and a little maple syrup, or skip the syrup and stir in your favorite dried fruit. Trust me, you’ll be smiling on the outside because the oatmeal is so yummy, and smiling on the inside because you know it’s so good for you.

As for me, I think I’m going to be stocking up on plain Greek yogurt, pita, ripe tomatoes, and feta.

             ‘Til next time,


Breakfast of champions. June 8, 2012

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Silence Dogood here. It’s breakfast time! Now that our garden is starting to give us basil, tomatoes, green onions, and even peppers, and our chickens are laying steadily after their winter break, I can make a homegrown omelette with sauteed veggies for our friend Ben’s breakfast. Try it, you’ll love it!

First, I saute the veggies, using our garden’s bounty plus some local produce. I heat canola or olive oil in a pan, then add diced sweet onion, chopped green onion (scallion), diced red, yellow and/or orange bell pepper, shredded basil, sliced mushrooms, and corn cut fresh off the cob, seasoned with a mix of fresh or dried rosemary, basil, oregano and thyme.

Meanwhile, I crack three eggs into a shallow bowl, add lots of fresh-cracked black pepper and salt (we like RealSalt or the hot seasoned herb salt, Trocomare) and beat them. Trial and error has shown that more than three eggs turn into scrambled omelette. Ditto for adding things like milk, sour cream, cream cheese, and half-and-half. Trust me on this.

Once I’ve whipped the eggs with a fork, I put two of OFB’s favorite multigrain English muffins in our toaster oven, split and buttered, to heat up. Then I set out his favorite orange marmalade and/or hot pepper jelly to put on them.

When the veggies have cooked, I push them to one side and pour the seasoned egg mixture into the frying pan. I let it set on one side, then slice it down the middle and flip the two sides over to brown. (I’ve found this is the easiest way to make a perfect omelette. If you’re uncoordinated like me, forget trying to flip the whole thing.) At this point, I toss shredded cheese (sharp Cheddar, Parmesan, Provolone, Swiss, a mix, your favorite) on top of one half of the omelette, then top it with the other half.

As soon as the cheese melts, it’s time to serve up: The perfect half-moon cheese omelette, a side of sauteed veggies, and toasted English muffins with marmalade or jelly. Yum! This serves one.

Sometimes I’ll make an equally-loved variation, substituting sauteed apples (Granny Smith apples sliced thin and sauteed in butter and brown sugar) for the veggies. OFB loves them both. Or, if I have a leftover boiled or sweet potato, I might dice it and saute it with herbs and spices and serve it up with the omelette and English muffins.

What about me, you might be asking. What do I eat for breakfast while OFB is feasting on his cheese omelette and sides? I don’t think you really want to know.

For years, I never ate any breakfast at all; I’m simply not hungry in the morning. These days, I’m apt to eat a soup made from greens, mushrooms and tofu for breakfast (type “Super Healing Soup” in our search bar at upper right for the recipe). It’s an unconventional breakfast, obviously, but it tastes good and seems to boost my health and well-being. Having it every morning (as opposed to nothing) has even helped me lose weight, as counterintuitive as that sounds, presumably by kick-starting my metabolism. I’m eating my breakfast bowl as I write, and suggest that you try making a batch for lunch or supper if you can’t face soup for breakfast.

In any case, I hope you enjoy OFB’s breakfast omelette and sides!

                      ‘Til next time,


A woman’s perfect breakfast. August 23, 2009

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Silence Dogood here. My friend Dolores just sent me one of those humor e-mails called “a woman’s perfect breakfast.” Of course, it wasn’t really about breakfast at all, but instead featured a series of witty vignettes about the battle of the sexes. Unfortunately, having felt pretty darn sick last night, I didn’t dare have anything to eat today, and now, at 4:30 p.m., I of course fixated on the words “perfect breakfast” to the exclusion of all else.

Aaaahhh, breakfast! Sometimes I think that the best foods ever dreamed of are all breakfast foods. Of course, they’re also loaded with everything we’ve been taught to avoid like the plague, like tons of butter and sugar. No wonder they’re so good! Sadly, I seldom eat breakfast—not being a morning person, I’m just not hungry until 10 o’clock—and even if I’m splurging on the rare diner breakfast or lovely brunch, I can’t possibly eat enough to do it justice. Darn.

However, I can dream. If I were concocting the perfect breakfast, and to hell with the calories, health concerns, and limitations on what I can physically eat, it would consist of some or all of the following:

The Fruit Course

* half a perfectly ripe cantaloupe, with salt to bring out the sweetness

* a big bowl of perfectly presented pink grapefruit segments, no seeds or stringy, bitter pulp

*  a bowl of melon balls, including plenty of cantaloupe and seedless watermelon as well as some sweet surprises, with a splash of fresh-squeezed lemon or lime juice

* a luscious fruit salad with mango or peach slices, banana, blueberries, and red raspberries

The Pancake Course

* homemade pancakes, hot off the griddle with real maple syrup; my faves are pecan pancakes with maple syrup and whipped cream

* homemade waffles, also with maple syrup, and made with a waffle iron, none of this wimpy Belgian waffle stuff, those aren’t waffles!

* homemade French toast made with plenty of eggs and cream, dripping with butter, powdered sugar, and maple syrup

* crepes, preferably filled with sour cherries and topped with powdered sugar and whipped cream

The Doughnut Course

* hot-from-the baker Krispy Kremes

* cake doughnuts or crullers

* powdered sugar or cinnamon-coated mini-doughnuts

* hot fresh-made Cinnabons, the best!

*sticky buns, a Pennsylvania regional specialty, especially good when cut in half, grilled, then slathered with whipped butter

* cinnamon-pecan rolls (the kind you buy in an aluminum tray that have millions of rolled layers), covered with pats of butter and heated

* Moravian sugar cake, another regional specialty that’s just delicious when heated and served with melted butter on top

* muffins, also hot from the oven, especially cranberry, cranberry-pecan, blueberry, or corn, with butter or lots of soft cream cheese

The Savory Sides

* grits, the long-cooking kind that are made hot and thick and again drenched in butter and salt, or cheese grits or, best of all, fried grits

* corn cakes, corn-based “pancakes” that are crispy and crackly and unbelievably good, served, of course, with plenty of butter 

* hash browns or home fries, cooked until brown and crackly-crunchy but still soft and savory inside

* sweet potato fries, who says they’re not for breakfast?!

The Bread Course

* homemade biscuits, light and fluffy and hot and slathered with butter and honey

* multigrain toast slathered with butter and marmalade or seedless blackberry jam

* croissants hot from the oven, broken open and spread segment by segment with butter and marmalade, jelly, or jam

* that great childhood favorite, cinnamon toast, white bread covered with tons of butter, sugar, and cinnamon, then run under the broiler until the toppings melt

The Egg Course

* two eggs fried hard

* an omelette with plenty of Swiss cheese, onions, and mushrooms, or perhaps with feta cheese, chopped red bell pepper, and basil or chives

* huevos rancheros with sauteed red bell pepper and sweet onion, served with refried beans and fresh-made hot tortillas and topped with scallions (green onions), fresh salsa, shredded white Cheddar, and sour cream

The Meat Course

I’ve been a vegetarian a long time, but some childhood thrills are never to be forgotten, so as long as we’re fantasizing:

* tons of bacon cooked to a perfect crispiness

* hot, spicy sausage patties or links fried until crispy

The Beverage Course

* coffee or tea is a given here, preferably served in huge mugs with plenty of whole milk

* abundant ice water is also essential to dilute the fat, sugar and salt of everything else

* a Mimosa, that combination of orange juice, champagne, a splash of grenadine, an orange slice and a maraschino cherry

Okay, what have I forgotten? I actually love oatmeal (preferably with a little maple syrup and whole milk) and plain yogurt with a sliced banana. These, too, are comfort foods for me. But ooh-la-la, if I could just eat it all! My “perfect breakfast” would be being able to select from all those choices each and every day so I wouldn’t worry about how much of them I could eat—there would always be tomorrow!—and having them brought to me in bed at the very peak of perfection, the exact right temperatures, textures, and ripeness for everything, with today’s paper, please. Talk about the perfect fantasy!

Your turn. What’s your perfect breakfast? Remember, when we’re talking about perfect, the health police have taken a vacation. If you could really eat anything, what would you choose? 

           ‘Til next time,