My favorite meal of the day is breakfast. As far back as I can remember it has been breakfast. Maybe that is because as a pre-teen without breakfast, I frequently had a fainting episode. Hypoglygemia and vasovagal events were common place and easily staved off with breakfast. I am a Seinfeld worthy cereal connoisseur but cold breakfast cereal poured from a box is snack food and meant to be eaten at anytime during the day but especially as a late night snack. I like old fashioned oatmeal with butter and brown sugar. I love a proper poppy seed bagel but toasted with butter and jam like a true Goyim. I miss with deep foodie longing The Baker’s Cafe on lower King Street in Charleston and their Eggs Jacques, two perfectly poached eggs with crumbles of sausage and Hollandaise sauce all resting atop two puff pastry poofs. Add fresh coffee and French baguettes with fresh strawberry jam and that’s heaven. And then there is the McDonald’s bacon, egg and cheese biscuit eaten in Tavernier Key during lobster season after getting your daily grab before a full and proper sunrise. Add a tall glass of Six Alive (Five Alive with a splash of vodka) and lobster season can officially begin. Now let me go make my breakfast.