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Breakfast Cooking Food Pleasures Poetry

Campfire Breakfasts

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Preparation is key

while your big billy can

is boiling up your morning tea

you don’t want to waste supplies on your first efforts

Using a steel bowl for the mixing

eight eggs meet up with salt and pepper

as butter melts in the pan

the bread has to be thick to soak up

the golden liquid it descends into

herbs ? onions ? cheese or ham ? Additional options for the masterpiece

but cook off the ingredients over the glowing embers

before putting those golden slices on the pan

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Animals Birds Breakfast Character Poetry

Seagulls Lament

#Promptuarium

ow

I suppose you thought that was funny ?

here I am sat by the bins

enjoying what could be my only meal for miles

and you decide to disturb my breakfast

Innocently enjoying the fish in the box

then over my foot comes this big heavy rock

expecting me to just fly away

I was too busy eating – no time to play

If I were human – I might have had words

but thing is being feathered – I’m only a bird

you wouldn’t want my beak coming round you to peck

so why use a big stone – I could have broke my neck!

I should count myself lucky – it wasn’t from a gun….

but disturbing my breakfast – wasn’t much fun

so i’ll return the favour – when you come back from the shop

expect something to land – coming down with a plop!

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Breakfast Food Life

Toast

Toast

(A piece of….)

written by brian f Kirkham 16/05/2010

TOAST!

Cooked by the heat

of a thousand suns

the silver toaster’s

red hot grill

gently warms the

Soft White Bread

until golden brown

yellow butter melts

as the cook heads

forth – for Imminent

arrival of the

strawberry Jam

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Breakfast Food Lunch

10,000 Spoons

10,000 Spoons

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Now here’s something

A spoon for every breakfast, luncheon soup, and after dinner pudding going….

It got my head spinning just thinking about it.

I mean just begin at breakfast time – each bowl of porridge, Weetabix , Cornflakes or Rice Krispies requires some transport from bowl to mouth,

Some might call it the most vital part of an adult or schoolkids day…

So call it five heaped spoons of porridge, and one spoon of sugar – before you’ve even started eating.  The porridge expands as it takes on the heated milk, and soon you have more than five spoonfuls.  The same rule applies to Museli…it seems to take on a life of its own upon the addition of milk..i equate it to the cold-milk equivalent of porridge.

Weetabix – can be eaten quite briskly, but that can take more than five spoonfuls after breaking down in the milk…and that’s if you only have one Weetabix.

and have you ever chased rice krispies around your bowl in the morning?  There’s a few spoons gone amiss.

Drink your tea in the morning – another couple of spoons go astray – as you mash the teabag in the hot water, stir in the milk and more sugar..

That’s four or five teaspoons of sugar at the start of the day and that’s within the first hour or so…

Lunchtime approaches, and you’ve used a spoon twice in the preparing something as simple as a tin of tomato soup 🍜, stirring in the pan and delivering the piping hot soup to a freshly laden bowl 🍲.  And there’s quite a few spoons used in delivering the contents of that bowl 🍲 to your tummy.

And then comes the puddings – and i’m not just talking about the eating of them…preparations of these sweet repasts leads to more of the guard being called upon to create these yummy treats.   Spoons for ingredients (normally one per ingredient – you don’t want honey all over your raisins or sultanas) , wooden spoons for mixing, maybe a spoon for setting out in the tin that goes in the oven, and then there’s a spoon for the sauce…

and all that comes before you sit down to eat the treat!

So after breakfast, lunch, tea, supper (and the tea, coffee and cocoa in between)  The bowl in the sink sees an awful lot of those silvery spoons in the course of a day…

Of course we don’t count them – but if we did, they’d surely mount up by the end of the week….

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Breakfast Food Fun Nursery Rhymes

Desertion at Breakfast

A relation of Humpty dumpty
Lies soul less on the plate
His remains will soon be headed
Down the bin or nearest grate

His guard detail, was a little poor
Soldiers round him …. three or four
But though in number, they gained a tan
As part of the big egg disposal plan

Encircled round egg, his guards they dropped
As top of egg, his head was chopped
And looking round as eggs end appeared
His guardsmen they all disappeared

And so, with egg all out and in,
His remains were thrown in the nearest bin
And as for those guardsmen all fingers and thumbs
They joined him in the bin as toasted breadcrumbs!