I’m a breakfast lover. I tend to be quite a picky eater at most other meals, but there’s nothing breakfasty that I don’t. Sausage and bacon? Yes please! Scrambled eggs and potatoes? Pile ’em high! Pancakes and french toast and muffins, oh my! A little conversation out of Winnie the Pooh sums up my feelings about breakfast perfectly:
“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.”