If I have pancakes for breakfast, I think to myself, “That was GREAT. I should ALWAYS have pancakes for breakfast”… but I don’t because, if I did, I’d eventually find a way to eat them for lunch and dinner, too…
I remember having to adapt somewhat when I lived in Paris. I could fashion something approximating a ‘full English’ but it was never quite the same. Lardons are not bacon. Is Belgium any better?
It is, much better. I can find proper bacon if I look for it, although I have to be a bit careful as it can be very thinly cut sometimes. More positively, black pudding is pretty easily available under the delightful name of bloedworst, or blood sausage.
It was only after the 845th bowl of medically prescribed no-added sugar muesli that I finally became immune to the delicate aroma of Mrs S cooking a bacon sandwich for her breakfast, hence can now happily report that ‘second breakfast’, involving a second batch of bacon sandwiches being made, is finally ‘not a thing’.
I know I’ve already hit an age when I should be making better decisions regarding breakfast and Mrs P is a vegetarian so it should, theoretically, be easier for me. But I think I misplaced my willpower somewhere in 1997 or thereabouts…
Runny eggs and bacon
soaked up with bread,
Piling the weight on
But what a lovely spread.
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That could literally be my life motto
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The health factor downgrade things is definitely an international phenomena.
Same here for me down under in Australia.
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It’s good to know I can leave these shores and still indulge on a weekend. I would anyway, but I prefer to do it in company…
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If I have pancakes for breakfast, I think to myself, “That was GREAT. I should ALWAYS have pancakes for breakfast”… but I don’t because, if I did, I’d eventually find a way to eat them for lunch and dinner, too…
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Ditto!
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I have to make pancakes a very occasional treat for that same reason
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It’s been ages since I last had a proper fry up. Just thinking about it has made me hungry again.
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I remember having to adapt somewhat when I lived in Paris. I could fashion something approximating a ‘full English’ but it was never quite the same. Lardons are not bacon. Is Belgium any better?
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It is, much better. I can find proper bacon if I look for it, although I have to be a bit careful as it can be very thinly cut sometimes. More positively, black pudding is pretty easily available under the delightful name of bloedworst, or blood sausage.
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Now I have a craving for black pudding…
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You can never go wrong with black pudding 🙂
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It was only after the 845th bowl of medically prescribed no-added sugar muesli that I finally became immune to the delicate aroma of Mrs S cooking a bacon sandwich for her breakfast, hence can now happily report that ‘second breakfast’, involving a second batch of bacon sandwiches being made, is finally ‘not a thing’.
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I know I’ve already hit an age when I should be making better decisions regarding breakfast and Mrs P is a vegetarian so it should, theoretically, be easier for me. But I think I misplaced my willpower somewhere in 1997 or thereabouts…
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Yup, I just had croissants, where normally it is porridge. But I work on dishwasher time rather than days of week.
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The days of the week concept was a concession for the poem. Availability of bacon (or croissants or pancakes) is usually the deciding factor…
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I could just fancy a bacon sandwich,but…same here 🤣
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Stop it, stop it, stop it. I just can’t take any more!
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It’s ok, I’ll finish the rest
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I’m a big fan of breakfast
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It is my favourite meal of the day
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🍳 🥓 🥞 ☕️
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Nice! Better than a weekday granola bar!
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So much better😀
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