If there is still a jar left somewhere in the room my eyes focus instantly on it and it is 'borrowed' nonchalantly and casually and the spoon that will soon stir the tea and then serve me with granola gets an ample but not indecently vast serving to spread on the newly buttered toast. I reach for the milk for my granola and my tea, then pour sugar into the mug from the sugar pourer. I drink my mini-glass of orange juice, lift the teabag from my mug and drop it into the now empty glass. Having said a brief grace I slide finally into my seat to settle into my Origins , my toast, my banana-ized granola and my tea. My own preference is to gather first and then harvest at my leisure.
Some monks gather in sequence and eat in sequence.
Each has his different routine.