Adulting: Eating Cake For Breakfast...
I have a favorite mug that my sister gave me for my birthday a couple years ago. It’s created by designer Kate Spade, and if for some reason you can’t see the picture, it says: Eat Cake For Breakfast.
I like stashing it in my purse and taking it to my work cubicle during the week. It reminds me of my sister, and I love drinking tea out of it- especially this time of year when there is a slight chill in the air, and pumpkin, chai, and apple teas are most tempting.
As an adult, I heart that I don’t have to go by “the rules.” I have eaten cake for breakfast. Other favorites include blackberry cobbler, leftover Cheesecake Factory Cheesecake, and holiday cookies. (Please don’t judge me too harshly.)
Sometimes I don’t even plan it. I wake up, remember the gift tin of Christmas cookies on the counter, and think “I’m actually gonna do it.”
Should I be doing it? Nope.
Do I advocate others doing it? Nope.
Does this mean I will stop doing it? Nope.
There is something so shamelessly delightful about eating dessert for breakfast. For health reasons, I only do it every now and then (and of course if health reasons put an end to this delightful era in my life, so be it.) In the meantime, on dessert mornings, I savor every bite – as if it’s even more flavorful with the scrumptious taste of the once forbidden, the sweet aura of adulthood and the sheer delight of a little luxury first thing in the morning.