TCD, HST, NH, B Fast

Question: What do the above abbreviations have in common?

Answer: VERY important things.

This morning for breakfast in Hanover, New Hampshire I ordered and ate to completion the following items at Lou's from 12:30 pm to 1:45 pm:

eggs bene
corned beef hash
banana chocolate chip pancakes
black and white milkshake
coffee

TCD loves breakfast and New Hampshire, and at least this author considers Hunter S. Thompson a hero for the purposes of literature and otherwise. My epic breakfast this morning reminded me of my favorite HST quote, the parameters of which I try to subscribe to as often as possible.

Breakfast is the only meal of the day that I tend to view with the same kind of traditionalized reverence that most people associate with Lunch and Dinner. I like to eat breakfast alone, and almost never before noon; anybody with a terminally jangled lifestyle needs at least one psychic anchor every twenty-four hours, and mine is breakfast. In Hong Kong, Dallas or at home — and regardless of whether or not I have been to bed — breakfast is a personal ritual that can only be properly observed alone, and in a spirit of genuine excess. The food factor should always be massive: four Bloody Marys, two grapefruits, a pot of coffee, Rangoon crepes, a half-pound of either sausage, bacon, or corned beef hash with diced chiles, a Spanish omelette or eggs Benedict, a quart of milk, a chopped lemon for random seasoning, and something like a slice of Key lime pie, two margaritas, and six lines of the best cocaine for dessert…. Right, and there should also be two or three newspapers, all mail and messages, a telephone, a notebook for planning the next twenty-four hours and at least one source of good music…. All of which should be dealt with outside, in the warmth of a hot sun, and preferably stone naked.