It’s Saturday morning and I start my breakfast. Oatmeal (I finally found oatmeal here!!!!! What I was given at a French home in Tours that was called oatmeal was not! It is foreign to the French.) And bacon.
And as I was putting the two strips of bacon in the pan, I stopped and thought, wait it’s Saturday! Time for more bacon! A Saturday treat!
What conditioning! From a small age, I had pancakes only on Saturdays or Sundays – makes sense. The weekend when my working dad had time to spend with the kids. (His Swedish pancakes were to die for!) And then I went off to university. And classes were Monday through Friday and again weekends were the treat time! Sleep in! Brunch!
And then I went to work… sigh… and once again a Monday through Friday schedule.
But now! As I was throwing in the extra slices of bacon (yes, slices!), I thought, you know, you can have extra bacon any day of the week now. You are retired, pretty much – I am not stopping my coaching business but it is on hold as I work on the French. And you can sleep in, based on the French conversation appointments. Bacon Freedom is there for the taking!
But it doesn’t taste as good on a weekday.