Early Retirement Means Longer Breakfasts

They say breakfast is the most important meal of the day. I know nothing about importance of meals or healthy food or any other thing like that. All I know is this, breakfast is my favorite meal of the day and I love everything about breakfasts. I love the smell of coffee; I love fresh orange juice; I love crispy breads and melting butter... I used to work the night shift so I could have a long breakfast. Now they call it a brunch. Worst word choice ever! If I wanted my dinner in the afternoon I wouldn't call it "lunner," would I? Anyway, when my side project, which was a web page about pets, was sold to a multinational company, I finally retired at the age of 29 and ever since, I'm enjoying long and magnificent breakfasts, any time I like, all through the day.

One of the best features of breakfast is the preparation phase. It is called the preparation phase because it "prepares" you for the joy you will have while eating and drinking the things you are "preparing". In this phase you must use the highest quality utensils you can lay your hands on. I use VillaWare. Right now I can imagine you saying, "I didn't read this page until this line just to encounter another advertisement..." Of course I will advertise Villaware without hesitation. I make my coffee with their espresso maker; I use their blender and food processor; and alternately I make Panini sandwiches or Belgium waffles everyday with their cooking utensils. If somebody should advertise their products, it must be me. Some people say France is the culinary capital of the word. I bet they never went to Italy.

When I first retired, I gave myself a retirement present and went for a world tour. I traveled in four continents except Australia and Antarctica. I saw the beasts of the world excluding kangaroos and penguins; I ate all kinds of strange things not to offend the indigenous people. For example in a strange land called Paris I ate snails and frog legs not to offend the French people. Can you guess where I loved the most? Italy was the food capital of the world for me. Before you ask, let me tell you, I have zero Italian blood in my veins.

Here I am, having another great breakfast prepared with utensils originated in Italy. Who wouldn't want to be me? I know, I would.