I woke up early to make a breakfast for him and meet him at the station because feminism works that way as I have made that same trip a few times and know very well how much you really need someone to be at the other end of your journey, hopefully with a meal. I may not be very good at preparing meals for myself to take with me to school or work anymore but I certainly did a good job of breakfast boxes for Alex and I to enjoy before I had to shoot off to work. I took a photo with my mind.
The picture looks like this: Tupperware container. rocket salad on the bottom (flaxseed oil + mustard dressing), grilled flat field mushroom with garlic, rosemary & thyme, and a scramfu with capsicum. simple, but sustaining.
A good effort for a 5.45am wake up and stumbling around the kitchen pretending I wasn't making any noise. Breakfasts are the best shit.