Breakfast, to me, is anything that makes you stop feeling hungry enough to get on with your day. Still it is usually a trial. I am picky. Cereal, for instance, has maintained a highly unattractive status for many years. Oatmeal and its implied fix-ins are often too much trouble. Fruit is ok, but not by itself. Yogurt is good with fruit, but there isn't any in the house.
Skipping coffee altogether, which usually entertains me during my indecisive breakfast session in front of the open fridge, I decided on a half head of red cabbage and some light cream. Quartered the cabbage, then quartered it again, then sauteed in butter over medium heat with one side of each quarter down. After about 5 minutes flipped them so the other side hit the pan. Poured in the cream, covered it, lowered the heat very low, so that it maintained a gentle simmer, and cooked for 15 minutes. Sprinkled with salt and fork-served the wilty leaves into the mouth. Braised breakfast, this was called. Braised best breakfast.
