morning ritual - parental advisory due to food porn

My illicit habit started about 2 months ago. I found that I do much better during the day if I begin by developing a morning routine after my morning routines. Once I leave the apartment for the day, I check to make sure that I have brought all my trinkets; the wallet, the cellphone, keys, and coffee mug, before going to work. I stop at a place for a bagel, cream cheese (2tbls), and a re-fill for my coffee mug. It all comes to about two dollars, pretty cheap. I place my whole bagel in the hand-slicer, cut it in half, drop it into the toaster, and wait. While my "everything" bagel is toasting I fill my mug with dark roast coffee and a dash of half-n-half. A napkin and plastic knife go on a paper plate, and I wait about 3 minutes for the toaster to finish. The bagel pops up, and I gingerly handle the hot golden brown goodness, laying it on the paper plate and find a spot to sit. Using the plastic knife, I scrape about a third of the cream cheese and spread it over one slice and dip into the little plastic tub again at least twice for all that white creaminess, leaving a trace in the bottom and sides. I re-fold the two halves of the bagel together and then cut the entire circle in half, peeling the right half from the left, and take my first warm bite as some cream cheese gushes out a bit onto my lips. Then a sip of coffee, of course, and a perfunctory napkin dab for any crumbs/cream cheese from the corners of my mouth. I'll check my email or read the news headlines on my cell phone while the sipping and biting go on for about 10 minutes. The best part is the finish, the grande finale. Like panning for gold, I softly shake the remnants of poppy seeds, garlic, sesame seeds, etc. to one of the scalloped troughs on the paper plate until it forms a tastey little hill. Using my plastic knife, I then scrape the remains from the sides and bottom of the cream cheese into ball on the tip of the knife, and then, here it comes, using it like a lint brush, I dab the cream cheese from my knife onto that pile of savory flavors, cleanly picking up all the remnants, quickly placing it into my mouth, and wrapping my lips around the tip for a salty little party on my tongue. One more sip of coffee, and I'm ready for work. (For some reason I am feeling strangely aroused ... and satisfied!)