Taking the time to cook a proper morning meal is a daily, feasible luxury, so long as you can muster the energy to roll out of bed. Breakfast is quiet by nature: waking up to the smell of bacon and burnt toast, or the tension of an empty stomach. And something about the act of cracking eggs over a sizzling frying pan invites examination of conscience. So reflect with me a while: the coffee is almost ready, and sixteen poems of breakfast are here for you to enjoy.
Taking the time to cook a proper morning meal is a daily, feasible luxury, so long as you can muster the energy to roll out of bed. Breakfast is quiet by nature: waking up to the smell of bacon and burnt toast, or the tension of an empty stomach. And something about the act of cracking eggs over a sizzling frying pan invites examination of conscience. So reflect with me a while: the coffee is almost ready, and sixteen poems of breakfast are here for you to enjoy.