Breakfast for Dinner (31DC2015)


Does anyone remember the ads for sugar bomb cereals like Fruity Pebbles and Count Chocula that used to run during Saturday morning cartoons in the ’80s? The ones where an announcer all hopped up on Red Dye No. 6 and Frankenberry dust would bellow that your bowl of crunchy neon glucose was “part of your balanced breakfast”? And then they’d show these crazy feasts that included bacon, eggs, toast, fruit salad, milk, juice and, yes, your bowl of mouth-shredding Cap’n Crunch, with the insinuation that you eat this way every morning? I have never once in my life had a breakfast like that! I’ve come awfully close at a couple of my mother’s Christmas buffets, but in terms of a sit-down, “I eat a short stack every day before school/work!” – no, never. Hmm, could we be overcompensating for something here, Big Cereal?

These nails that break the fast have a bowl of something sugar smacky on my thumb, but otherwise, it’s quite a respectable spread. This manicure is actually my entry towards day five’s theme of blue in the 31 Day Nail Art Challenge on account of the polish I used as the background, OPI’s No Room for the Blues. I use No Room ALL the time, at least a couple of times a week, because it is a perfect, neutral sky blue, and applies flawlessly. The breakfast goodies are tasty-looking, but sort of incidental!

Fool’s Gold

Fool's Gold HandMr. Finger Candy has recently become quite enamoured with a charming little Toronto-based rom-com called The F Word (in the United States you’ll find it under the title What If, as though the mere mention of a swear – an incorrect assumption at that, as the F in The F Word stands for “friend” – is enough to irrevocably damage the notoriously fragile American psyche such that the mass pearl-clutching that will result from one even glimpsing the highly offensive title of this PG 13 movie will be enough to strangle an entire nation.)

Tangent on nationality aside, The F Word is adorable. Starring Daniel Radcliffe and Zoe Kazan, it’s a sweet little movie about a sweet little pair of friends who eventually become a sweet little couple. It’s sharp and witty, and the two leads have phenomenal chemistry. Plus Toronto looking all hip and cool and so, so Canadian. All around, a very good time at the movies.

One of the major plot devices in the movie is something called a Fool’s Gold sandwich. I won’t tell you how exactly it factors into the story, but a Fool’s Gold sandwich was apparently a culinary favourite of Elvis Presley, a buttered and twice-baked loaf of French bread split end to end, hollowed out and stuffed with one jar of peanut butter, one jar of jam and one pound of salty, crispy bacon. Sounds horrifying, looks even more horrifying in the movie…but then after you’ve watched it about five times because your husband is, as I may have mentioned, enamoured, it starts sounding pretty yummy and looking even better. Were it not for the fact that Mr. Finger Candy is a vegetarian, I’m sure we would have already eaten our combined body weight in Fool’s Gold sammies days ago.

So this meta manicure, with its smiling bacon and glimmering, grinning loaf of French white on a bed of Whimsical Ideas by Pam’s Peanut Butter & Jelly, is for my husband. Because if he can’t eat all the Fool’s Gold sandwiches, he should at least be able to look at them on his wife’s nails.Fool's Gold Bottle

Wakey Wakey Eggs and Bakey!

Wakey Wakey Eggs and Bakey!

When I was a kid, my parents were hard pressed to get me to eat an egg au naturel. I’d eat eggs in things, of course, and eggy things like quiches and custards were no problem, but to get me to actually ingest a fried egg, scrambled eggs, a poached egg? NO FRIGGIN’ WAY.

So imagine my parents’ surprise when, on a family vacation to Martha’s Vineyard when I was about five, I suddenly flung myself into the street and declared that I wasn’t moving another foot until I GOT BACON AND EGGS!!!

It’s a family legend that we all have a good laugh about now, but reflecting on this incident as a supposed adult, I’m horrified. Like, can you imagine seeing this play out nowadays? Two options:

1. Everyone looks at you with stern pity and then calls child protective services the second your back is turned.

2. They call child protective services while you’re standing there.

Oh, my poor parents! So in honour of the bacon and eggs that I apparently needed so very, very badly – badly enough to lay down in the street over! – here is a bit of nail art inspired by that classic breakfast duo.

And I’m really so very sorry, Mom and Dad. On the plus side, I now find breakfast really quite delightful. Maybe not lie-down-in-the-street delightful, but pretty darned good. 🙂