Yeah, some mornings – especially Monday mornings it seems – are like that. We all need – or, at least I do – some hellishly strong coffee in order to function in a manner that is safe for both myself and anyone around me. 😉
But … While coffee is quite enough to invoke my presence in the morning and to wake me up in a manner conducive to civilization, it does take more than that most times to bring me to both full consciousnesses and put me in a more pleasant mood at the start of the day.
Of course, the one of my women who is something of a morning person in that she wakes up even earlier than I do, knows the proper rituals and rights to summon me to the waking world. 😉 So, in that I am one lucky devil. 😆
I’m proud to say that many fine mornings have started this way for me, mostly in the Spring and Fall months when the weather calls to me to start the day with coffee over a fire.
And then, once my blood stream has been returned to its properly caffeinated state, I and my family like a hearty, country style breakfast cooked over and eaten around that same fire.
And yes, even though I and my family live in Brooklyn, this is a common breakfast scenario for us. I’ve got a good-sized grill/offset smoker out front and a smaller pit grill in our rear court. Both charcoal, not freaking gas or those pellet things. Proper charcoal as the God(s) intended. 😉
It’s all part of being who you are and doing what you love, irrespective of where you find yourself at any given time.