Tonight, I'm sitting in my "office", which would be my eating place if it were earlier in the day, watching Dave peel apples for his famous applesauce pancakes. He has invited the family over for brunch tomorrow and now that he is the official breakfast maker, and I have successfully designated brunch as a sub-section of breakfast, I get to just sit and watch, or conversely, sneak away somewhere to read.
I wonder how hard it would be to get dinner designated. I can always take care of lunch, especially if I'm by myself and there's lots of peanut butter, but if dinner were another breakfast subset, I could get in at least one more hour of reading.
I wouldn't stoop that low if Dave were a more vociferous reader---I hold some things sacred, after all. But he looks really good with a knife and a naked apple.