Some inspirational quotations on breakfast, to keep the ideas flowing:
To eat well in England, you should have a breakfast three times a day.
Somerset MaughamPooh and Piglet walked home thoughtfully together in the golden evening, and for a long time they were silent. “When you wake up in the morning, Pooh,” said Piglet at last, “what’s the first thing you say to yourself?” “What’s for breakfast?” said Pooh. “What do you say, Piglet?” “I say, I wonder what’s going to happen exciting today?” said Piglet. Pooh nodded thoughtfully. “It’s the same thing,” he said.
A A MilneExperts say that Chardonnays have the flavors of fruit, butter, toast. Sounds like a good breakfast wine.
Jack Mingo; Wannabe Guide To Wine It takes some skill to spoil a breakfast - even the English can't do it.
J K Galbraith.But the breakfasts ! that's what redeems the land [Scotland] — and every country has its own peculiar excellence. In Argyleshire you have the Lochfine herring, fat, luscious, and delicious, just out of the water, falling to pieces with its own richness — melting away like butter in your mouth. In Aberdeenshire, you have the Finnan haddo' with a flavour all its own, vastly relishing — just salt enough to be piquant, without parching you up with thirst. In Perthshire, there is the Tay salmon, kippered, crisp and juicy — a very magnificent morsel — a keltic, heavy, but that's easily counteracted by a teaspoonful of the Athole whisky. In other places, you have the exquisite mutton of the country made into hams of a most delicate flavour ; flour scones, soft and white ; oat-cake, thin and crisp ; marmalade and jams of every description ..
From Marriage: A novel, by Miss S Ferrier, 1847What does this journey seem like to those who aren't British--as they head towards the land of embarrassment and breakfast?
Julian Barnes; Flaubert's Parrot."What a breakfast! Pot of hare; ditto of trout; pot of prepared shrimps; tin of sardines; beautiful beefsteak; eggs, mutton, large loaf and butter, not forgetting capital tea. There's a breakfast for you!
George Borrow; Wild Wales.What? Sunday morning in an English family and no sausages? God bless my soul, what's the world coming to?
Dorothy Sayers.
Edited by The Old Foodie, 31 May 2008 - 04:11 PM.