Brekkers

[stoutfellow]

For most of my adult life, breakfast has consisted of a bowl of cereal, accompanied by coffee or perhaps milk or orange juice. Nonetheless, my mind still holds an archetype of breakfast: two eggs, fried or scrambled; two slices of well-buttered toast; a couple of slices of bacon, just on the chewy side of crisp; and a good cup of coffee. When I find myself in a diner in the morning, I order some variation on that, but I almost never make it at home - too many balls in the air for too short a period of time, too early in the day!

Once in a while, though - and this evening was one of those - I'll make the One True Breakfast for lunch or dinner. Bacon in the microwave, toast in the broiler, eggs in the frying pan on the right of the range, and the kettle on the left. I managed to time things well, with no burnt toast or other disasters.

The OTB remains on its pedestal.