WRITE A LETTER TO YOUR FRIEND DESCRIBING A DELICIOUS BREAKFAST MADE BY YOU ON YOIR MOTHERS BIRTHDAY
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My usual breakfast of an egg and vegetable omelet is a “good” breakfast for me. By the term “good”, I mean it is the most healthy and beneficial. In other words, a “good” breakfast to me would be something I enjoy eating that keeps me full and gives me energy, as well as supplies me with my daily nutrients. My breakfast provides me with good health benefits to start my day and that’s what’s most important to me. If someone was to disagree with my “good” breakfast, I think they would probably say that its boring and I shouldn’t consider too much what benefits me but start eating what taste best to me. People in this day and age believe that common breakfast foods such as pancakes, bacon and French toast are a “good” breakfast of choice, but their wrong. A good- tasting breakfast isn’t what matters, but what matters is the overall nutritional value of what you’re eating. That is what’s most important and that’s what should determine a “good” breakfast. It wasn’t until a bad experience I had eating this so called “good” breakfast that made me realize this.
I woke up one sunny Friday morning as exhilarated as a child in a candy store. The delightful smell of freshly fried falafel and potatoes came streaming though my bedroom door. It was just as I anticipated for the morning of my 16th birthday. It’s been a ritual every year for my cousin to come over my house and prepare me my favorite array of breakfast foods. Not only is she my best friend, but she’s an amazing cook and knows how to make my day extra special with her delicious, traditional Middle Eastern breakfast. I sprawled out of bed and ran downstairs to greet her. Waiting for me on the kitchen table was a lovely set up of pita bread, falafel, hummus, meat pies, fried cheese and potatoes. I sat down and poured myself a cup of freshly squeezed orange juice and began to dig into my meal. I picked up a loaf of warm pita bread and stuffed my face with every single item on that table in front of me. When I finished my first plate, I noticed my cousin walking towards me gleamingly with a plate of blueberry pancakes and turkey bacon. I looked at her excitedly and didn’t even hesitate to have seconds. About half hour later when I finished devouring my birthday breakfast feast, I sat on the couch overcome with a feeling of sickness. The overload of fried food and carbs was having a negative effect on me and there was nothing I can do about it. I sat there for what felt like an eternity waiting for the awful feeling to subside, but it didn’t. I went about the rest of my day feeling completely sluggish and regretful from eating that unhealthy food.
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