{"id":35665,"date":"2016-09-03T01:00:56","date_gmt":"2016-09-03T05:00:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/?p=35665"},"modified":"2018-09-08T20:49:18","modified_gmt":"2018-09-09T00:49:18","slug":"qotd-hunter-s-thompsons-ideal-breakfast","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/2016\/09\/03\/qotd-hunter-s-thompsons-ideal-breakfast\/","title":{"rendered":"QotD: Hunter S. Thompson&#8217;s ideal breakfast"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote><p>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.<\/p>\n<p>I like to eat breakfast alone, and almost never before noon; anybody with a terminally jangled lifestyle needs at least one psychic anchor every 24 hours, and mine is breakfast. In Hong Kong, Dallas or at home \u2013 and regardless of whether or not I have been to bed \u2013 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 chilies, 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\u2026&#8230;. Right, and there should also be two or three newspapers, all mail and messages, a telephone, a notebook for planning the next 24 hours, and at least one source of good music&#8230;.\u2026 All of which should be dealt with <em>outside<\/em>, in the warmth of a hot sun, and preferably stone naked.<\/p>\n<p>Hunter S. Thompson, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.rollingstone.com\/politics\/news\/fear-and-loathing-on-the-campaign-trail-1976-19760603\" target=\"_blank\">&#8220;Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail &#8217;76: Third-rate romance, low-rent rendezvous \u2014 hanging with Ted Kennedy, Jimmy Carter, and a bottle of Wild Turkey&#8221;, <em>Rolling Stone<\/em><\/a>, 1976-06-03.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>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 24 hours, and [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":35193,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[74,57,41],"tags":[263,377,119,1230],"class_list":["post-35665","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-food","category-humour","category-quotations","tag-1970s","tag-conspicuousconsumption","tag-drugs","tag-huntersthompson"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/06\/favicon.png","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p2hpV6-9hf","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35665","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=35665"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35665\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":35666,"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35665\/revisions\/35666"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/35193"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=35665"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=35665"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/quotulatiousness.ca\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=35665"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}