I was eating a bowl of really good cream-top yogurt dotted with firm, fresh blueberries. I felt like MFK Fisher, Alice Waters, or Ruth Reichl, savoring the perfect simplicity of it... the full, richness of the yogurt. The wild, tart burst of a large blueberry on my tongue.
My cell phone rang, and it was a number I didn't recognize. A number in Berkeley, CA. I remembered that in previous years, successful candidates reported that my dream program had notified them by phone. I spit a large mouthful of pretty nasty-looking yogurt, blueberry goo, and saliva straight back into the bowl and answered the phone.
It ruined my breakfast, but it was the best phone call of my life.