Contrary to what '90s television commercial slogans would have you believe, the best part of waking up isn't and never was simply Folgers in your cup. The best part of waking up is bacon. It's eggs. It's waffles, and it's sharing a cup of a popular brand of coffee with the people or person who made said waffles.
So when this piece floated to the surface of the Grey Lady's TheUpshot, dubiously titled "Sorry, There's Nothing Magical About Breakfast," I spit out my Cocoa Puff milk all over my iPhone, and read the words through fits of blinding rage.
Author Aaron E. Carroll's case is backed up with concrete instances of (non-bullshit) studies that disprove the prevailing myths -- eating breakfast helps you lose weight, it helps people focus during the day -- that buoy breakfast above dinner, lunch, brunch, and linner as the "most important meal of the day." But the professor of pediatrics at Indiana University School of Medicine misses the point. The magic of breakfast has nothing to do with nutritional facts or physiological responses. The magic of breakfast, much like the magic of the seminal 1984 children's classic, The NeverEnding Story, lies inside our hearts.