I am one of what I imagine must be a pretty large subset of people who just eat a packaged protein or granola bar for breakfast. Not only is it boring, and not only do I get the same brand every time, but I often eat it already in my car, driving to work. Ideally, this wouldn’t be my breakfast. In my perfect world, I’d wake up luxuriantly; it’d be 8:30 and the sun would just be starting to blush it’s way into the bedroom, and I’d saunter to the kitchen to make some coffee and eggs. There’d be an english muffin, and maybe I’d even get wild and put the eggs on it to make a sandwich.
Sounds simple right? But on weekday mornings every minute is precious, and often filled with a harmless but present anxiety about the work day to come. Even waking up earlier doesn’t assuage that “gotta get to work” thought – it just prolongs it. So I’m a devotee of the weekday bar-in-the-car breakfast, one that’s relatively tasty, portable and fills me up.