Breakfast

One of the greatest delights when travelling through imaginary countries is the moment of discovery when biting into an unknown fruit. I will never forget the puckering in my mouth and the great shiver that ran down my spine when one morning at breakfast I popped a small boor-geresy into my mouth. Oh, to return to Erewhon!

George the Mailman replied, »Your onion?«

»Yes, the one I keep in my pocket as I travel down this dusty Lost Highway.«

»What a weirdo you are, Frank.«

Sure I eat what I advertise. Sure I eat Wheaties for breakfast. A good bowl of Wheaties with bourbon can't be beat.

(Dizzy Dean)

The thing about breakfast is that my stomach is rarely strong enough, upon having just woken up, to actually eat a monstrous breakful of pancakes and eggs and sausages and cereals and canteloupe slices. Brunch works very nicely, but must be prepared by someone else to really work properly. My solution is to eat a hearty breakfast immediately before going to bed, usually at around 1 AM.

To eat well in England, you should have a breakfast three times a day.

(William Somerset Maugham)

Fast or slow, it's all the same to me. Broken is broken.

How do you live a long life? »Take a two-mile walk every morning before breakfast.«

(Harry S. Truman)

Most breakfast foods seem to be brown or yellow or white or orange.

Jams come in lots of different colours, though. I guess that is the only way to get blue or purple into your morning meal.

I must admit that breakfast is perhaps my favourite meal of the day. The best breakfast is that consumed late at night before retiring. I fondly remember one of champagne accompanied by a bowl of freshly picked boor-geresy fruit. It was a picnic near the giant fallen statues of Erewhon.

It is beyond the imagination of the menu-maker that there are people in the world who breakfast on a single egg.

(Melvin Maddocks)