“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. Milne
Breakfast is indeed the best meal of the day especially if it is a leisurely one.
What each one of us has for breakfast is another story. But here are some ideas for inspiration…
Who doesn’t love eggs on toast. Here we have them with a twist. Add some avocado and that will make it even better.
If you prefer something done in just a few minutes then why not the standard Italian Breakfast. A cappuccino and a Croissant.
When in season… fresh figs combined with a cup of tea and a delight for the palate and above all healthy.
French toast is always in season! Add some fresh fruits of your choice and some honey and it will be a perfect way to start your day.
Another healthy option is the delicious Greek yogurt with some fresh strawberries when available.
And for last we left our favourite English Breakfast that we love to enjoy it even for dinner occasionally.
Breakfast
By Mary Lamp
A dinner party, coffee, tea,
Sandwich, or supper, all may be
In their way pleasant. But to me
Not one of these deserves the praise
That welcomer of new-born days,
A breakfast, merits; ever giving
Cheerful notice we are living
Another day refreshed by sleep,
When its festival we keep.
Now although I would not slight
Those kindly words we use ‘Good night’,
Yet parting words are words of sorrow,
And may not vie with sweet ‘Good Morrow’,
With which again our friends we greet,
When in the breakfast-room we meet,
At the social table round,
Listening to the lively sound
Of those notes which never tire,
Of urn, or kettle on the fire.
Sleepy Robert never hears
Or urn, or kettle; he appears
When all have finished, one by one
Dropping off, and breakfast done.
Yet has he too his own pleasure,
His breakfast hour’s his hour of leisure;
And, left alone, he reads or muses,
Or else in idle mood he uses
To sit and watch the venturous fly,
Where the sugar’s piled high,
Clambering o’er the lumps so white,
Rocky cliffs of sweet delight.