a breakfast miracle

today's breakfast was more than just bread and coffee
it was more than the required nutrient-rich protein;
this or that thought played itself
in preparation for the meal to be

my customary habit to go to a happy place
when handling food, so well ingrained in me
by my grandmother's words
"Cooking and eating is like being in church"

I never really knew what that meant
more so because I never knew how to behave in church
except that she always wanted calm, silence, good thoughts
and only words about good things when we were eating

today's breakfast bread transformed itself
the chewy gluten-free bread of everyday
became the crusty french-like bread of long ago
the one I loved with cheese and butter
and always dipped in my Café de leche.

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