Seeing as it’s now noon, breakfast has become brunch, and brunch will be a vegetable omelette and obligatory coffee… a Whiskas pouch for the cat.
A (very early) breakfast, of lardon-infused scrambled eggs and a sweetened black Lavazza coffee. The added lardons helps make the eggs more filling and me get hungry slower.
The cat did not want to join, and so remained on the sofa in his slumber.
Bacon, eggs, and coffee… well the bacon is really just pork sliced into rashers, but the eggs are eggs and the coffee is coffee.
Watching ‘Saturday Kitchen Live’ whilst eating… why not. Talking about food makes me hungry, watching food programmes doesn’t… hunger makes me hungry though. 
Good morning.
Just a cup of coffee with sweet cream.then OFF to the ocean.
Ventura. For a birthday party
…a birthday party, on a beach, in October… I bet it was good. : )
Can’t sleep… might as well breakfast early, as gotta have an impromptu blood test taken… at my earliest convenience, so that’ll be like… in a few hours. Definitely no point in sleeping, as I’m wide awake now, and in the wide awake club.
Bacon, eggs, and coffee… well the bacon is really just pork sliced into rashers, but the eggs are eggs and the coffee is coffee.
Reading about The Horror Sloths Go Through Every Time They Have to Poop, and about an ex-CEO of a private Social Network site that an ex-friend mentioned a few weeks back… both, fascinating reading for a Saturday afternoon.
Bacon, eggs, coffee…
Mags approves of this breakfast… Mags has this breakfast most mornings… good clean fuel, so good for one’s soul and very being. 
I agree. Interestingly, I find I can only have it in wholesome places. I can noice if a place is wholesome for me by whether or not I desire this breakfast.
Well that’s interesting, re this particular breakfast… perhaps the more ethically-sourced those components are, the better the taste and purer the end product is… so all Organic and free-range, as opposed to chemical-fed and tasteless offerings… which really does matter, with produce such as pork and eggs.
Well I’m off to breakfast (on the above, again) with cat in tow, to breakfast together… I best go… he keeps calling. 
I just literally mean the pace Im in. When Im in Amsterdam, I don’t desire bacon and eggs. Its just too much of an emotional and energetic sewer out there for me to feel like sitting down and enjoying a good breakfast. Here where I am now, much quieter, I desire it every morning.
Three boiled eggs and an XL sweetened black coffee… and the cat, his usual.
A mid-afternoon meeting encroaches on my (almost) perpetual me-time, but with ample time to prepare myself to be up-and-dressed and among the viewing public, I can’t complain… might as well complete a few errands while I’m at it and already out.
The usual… faux bacon, 3 fried eggs, and an XL black coffee, and for the cat… his usual.
One appointment, and then admin admin admin… and perhaps some tidying up of the sleeping room and the living room… they sure need it.
Bacon (da reall), 2 eggs, fresh orange juice, coffee.
2 boiled eggs, and (back to) a sweetened black Lavazza coffee… followed by a lunch of a cut of oxtail with braised lettuce. 
Dinner later, but not sure/don’t know what.
The latest breakfast ever so really a brunch, of 3 boiled eggs and a large sweetened black Lavazza… apparently, 1 cup of coffee a day is proven to be good for the system… just 1, and preferably in the morning.
Facon (faux bacon) and eggs, and a large sweetened black Lavazza… my daily energy input has been lower than output… in recent weeks, of which the culmination of… is an unpleasantly-deep hunger.
A banana omelette, and the usual sweet black Lavazza.
Glad to have been privy to having had original bananas… more shorter, and deeper in colour than it’s modified counterpart, and tasting of pineapple… now being grown throughout the Caribbean.
A very late one of… 3 boiled eggs, and a large black sugarless Lavazza.
Quite tired today, after the NYE festivities and then subsequent drama.
Id really like some bacon when the sun comes up. Why is life so simple.