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Keshav is my husband, and I make breakfast for him on the days he works as a hospital nurse. I do this so he does not get hooked on donuts.

This blog is, and is not, about Keshav's breakfasts. It is about them, in that I will start each post with a photo and description of the breakfast I have made for him that day, but it also isn't about them, in that I will quickly deviate from the topic of the breakfast. What will I deviate to? Well, that depends on what happens to be on my mind that morning. 

You see, these days lots of things are on my mind. I wanted to create a way to write about these things more often without the structure of my long-form essays. I want this to be a journal, of sorts, not only of the breakfasts I make, but also about my marriage, my life, aging, and the world. How is that for narrowing the focus? 

When I think of what I want to leave behind when I die, there is one thing that rises above everything else, and that is my writing. With this blog, I am creating essays that will be left behind for Keshav--not only will this be a record of love in action in the form of breakfast before he goes to work, but it will also be a record of my mind in action--hopefully a record that comforts him when he misses me most. Mind you, there will be a lot recorded, as I am planning on being around for many more years.

For everyone else, assuming that some folx might enjoy reading my musings, I hope this serves as inspiration to you. For what, I cannot know. That is for you to decide. But I know that my best creative endeavors have always sprung from an outside source of inspiration interacting with my internal world. It is quite impossible for me to express the gratitude I have for these inspirations, as it is both too great, and also something that cannot be delivered, because there is no need. Artists inspire one another without much need for acknowledgment, mostly because the inspiration is not the reason for creating art, but instead a powerful side effect. 

With Keshav's Breakfasts, I intend to show that love comes in many forms, but the common thread is that Love is about giving to the Beloved. A bagel. Avocado toast. A mango smoothie. All are ways for me to let Keshav know that I want him to be well and do well, that I want him to start his workday with an expression of love that is joyful and easy for me, and that it is absolutely not okay for breakfast to consist of 7-11 coffee and donuts. 

This is what you need to know about me. In my world, I express love by feeding the people I love. I am not unique in this, which validates both the desire and the motive. We seem to be narrowing how love is expressed rather than expanding it, I notice. That is not okay with me. Food is love, any cook will tell you that. Additionally, writing is love. So while the breakfasts may be my gift to Keshav, this blog is my love for the world. 

I hope you feel it. 

-Tony 11/2025