“Simplicity on My Plate: Hot Coffee, Soft-Boiled Eggs, and Fresh Bread to Start the Day”

Greetings to all hivers, the morning was as usual, breakfast and coffee. Outside the room window, I can feel the morning sun rising slowly, pushing the clouds away. It's so beautiful waking up in the morning. I didn’t set an alarm. I just woke up early now. Maybe it’s because I’m older. Or maybe because I enjoy mornings. They are calm. They help me feel peaceful, and the morning sun is good for my health. Kids are still half asleep, maybe because they were up late yesterday, busy talking and playing with cousins last night. First, I go to the bathroom, I brush my teeth and wash my face, then I walk to the balcony to smell the morning breeze, then I go to the kitchen. I've been doing this every morning.

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First, I made coffee. The smell was warm and strong. Then, I put two eggs into a pot of hot water. They cooked gently. I put slices of bread into the toaster. I watched and waited. I'm not in a hurry today. There was no reason to rush; just relax and enjoy my morning start. I don’t work anymore, and my days are quiet. I like that. I have time to enjoy small things. But when I have orders for my online business, sometimes I do half yesterday so I won't always be in a rush and panic. When the food was ready, I broke the 3 eggs into the bowl. Fresh bread. A little butter. A hot cup of coffee. I sat down at the table near the balcony door.

I dipped the bread in the soft-boiled egg and added a little salt and pepper. The yolk inside was soft and golden. It tasted simple and warm. It feels comfortable in the morning. This kind of breakfast also reminded me of my father. He liked mornings too. We used to sit together sometimes and eat eggs and bread. He didn’t talk much, but he always smiled. He said, “Simple food is the best.” I didn’t understand back then. But now I do. I looked outside. The sun was higher now. A small bird landed on the windowsill. It stayed for a second, then flew away. My husband came out of the room, and he saw what I was having. He also requested that I make coffee and the soft-boiled eggs for him, and I quickly made them for him. I told him to take a seat and wait a moment.


I sipped my coffee. It was hot and a little bitter. I liked it that way. It made me feel awake. It made me feel present. This breakfast was the same every day. And that made it special. Life changes so fast. The news changes. People rush everywhere. But my breakfast stays the same. It is quiet and good. It helps me feel calm. I looked at my plate. I felt thankful. This simple meal gave me joy. A soft egg. A piece of bread. A cup of coffee. That was all I needed to start my day. And that, I thought, was enough. After all the busy yesterday Boris's advanced birthday celebration at the pool with pizza, I feel a bit tired, but still I feel happiness, how my brave boy turn to 4th years. Today morning, while having my breakfast quietly, I wish him a successful operation for his leg. And I have a deep breath for those thoughts. And my husband asked me, What's the deep breath early in the morning? I told him about Boris, such a cutie, a brave boy, had fun yesterday, and I hope his leg will be ok next operation. He told me not to don’t worry, everything will be okay soon.